In
The spin
Of
the sun
In the spuming
Cyclone
of his wing
For I was lost who am
Crying at the man drenched throne
In the first fury of his stream
And
the lightnings of adoration
Back to black silence melt and
mourn
For
I was lost who have come
To dumbfounding haven
And the finding one
And the high noon
Of his wound
Blinds my
Cry.
Dylan
Thomas
