WhoAre you Who is bornIn the next roomSo loud to my ownThat I can hear the wombOpening and the dark runOver the ghost and the dropped sonBehind the wall thin as a wrens bone? In the birth bloody room unknownTo the burn and turn of timeAnd the heart print of manBows no baptismBut dark aloneBlessing onThe wildChild. by Dylan ThomasI would describe this as: - MicroPoll

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Who
Are you
Who is born
In the next room
So loud to my own
That I can hear the womb
Opening and the dark run
Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wrens bone?
In the birth bloody room unknown
To the burn and turn of time
And the heart print of man
Bows no baptism
But dark alone
Blessing on
The wild
Child.

by Dylan Thomas

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Poll created by Dan Waber on 01-Mar-2009

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