My Hero Bares His Nerves

Dylan Thomas

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My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.

And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to love with my unruly scrawl
That utters all love hunger
And tells the page the empty ill.

My hero bares my side and sees his heart
Tread; like a naked Venus,
The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait;
Stripping my loin of promise,
He promises a secret heat.

He holds the wire from this box of nerves
Praising the mortal error
Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves,
And the hunger's emperor;
He pulls that chain, the cistern moves.

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  • stephaniagruner

    WOW, I JUST CAME ACROSS THIS POEM CALLED MY HERO BARES HIS NERVES AND I REALLY LIKED IT. "THE PROUD SPINE SPURNING TURN AND TWIST" FELT VERY POWERFUL AS A LINE. IT'S INCREDIBLE HOW POETRY CAN CREATE SUCH VIVID IMAGES IN YOUR MIND!