Tuesday, January 25, 2011

On a star of faith pure as the drifting bread


Once when the world turned old
On a star of faith pure as the drifting bread,
As the food and flames of the snow, a man unrolled
The scrolls of fire that burned in his heart and head,
Torn and alone in a farm house in a fold

From A WINTER'S TALE - Dylan Thomas

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