Dec 28, 2009

The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower | Text of the Poem

The force that through the green fuse drives the
     flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees 
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.	                            5

The force that drives the water through the rocks 
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing
     streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins 
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.                 10  

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud...