Dylan Thomas... Not

Fierce in cold was the Winter day 

When I threw off all the old ways

And wore like a prince 

A new cloak of Knowing and Doing

And letting no other step in my path to happiness.

The frost burnt into my hands 

And into the bark of trees.

It fed the still liquid...

But it lived, lived, as I shall live -

Through the Winter of my failures.

Then, to rise up to the bloody sun,

To offer my soul

Still breathing from the endless striving Will.

Look on me with eyes which hide compassion.

That hide the means to break the yoke

And thrust through the cell of self into a new world:

Green and life-new in youth.

Open up to me the springs of the fresh world.

Bathe me till by body is red and sore with experience.

I am waiting,

Near to you, 
In moors which sing your name 
Through beauty.

I hold up my soul in this close-to-heaven heaven.