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Here in this spring

Here in this spring, stars float along the void;
Here in this ornamental winter
down pelts the naked weather;
This summer buries a spring bird.

Symbols are selected from the years'
Slow rounding of the four seasons' coasts,
In autumn teach three seasons' fires
And four birds' notes.

I should tell summer from the trees, the worms
Tell, if at all, the winter's storms
Or the funeral of the sun;
I should learn spring by the cuckooing,
and the slug should teach me destruction.

A worm tells summer better than the clock,
the slug's a living calendar of days;
What shall it tell me if a timeless insect
Says the world wears away?

Dylan Thomas, Selected Poems

posted by mary j. @ 1:10 PM