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33. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas - A Friend To Angela

33. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas - A Friend To Angela

Released Wednesday, 20th March 2019
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33. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas - A Friend To Angela

33. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas - A Friend To Angela

33. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas - A Friend To Angela

33. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas - A Friend To Angela

Wednesday, 20th March 2019
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In this episode, Angela talks about the poem that has been a friend to her – ‘The force that through the green fuse drives the flower' by Dylan Thomas.


We’re delighted to feature ‘The force that through the green fuse drives the flower’ in this episode and would like to thank Weidenfeld and Nicolson for granting us permission to share the poem in this way.


You can find ‘The force that through the green fuse drives the flower’ in The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: the Centenary Edition, published by Weidenfeld and Nicolson, copyright holder The Dylan Thomas Trust.


Angela visited The Poetry Exchange at Manchester Central Library, as part of the celebrations of International Mother Languages Day in the city.


Many thanks to our partners Manchester Libraries, Archives Plus, The Manchester Writing School at Manchester Metropolitan University and Manchester UNESCO City of Literature.


Angela is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange hosts, Michael Shaeffer and Fiona Bennett.


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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

by Dylan Thomas


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.


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.


The hand that whirls the water in the pool

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

Hauls my shroud sail.

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.


The lips of time leech to the fountain head;

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

Shall calm her sores.

And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.


And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.


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