Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
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Comments1DYLAN THOMAS REALLY OUT HERE MAKING US THINK, HUH? HIS POEMS ARE DEEP, MAN. MAKES YOU REALLT QUESTION EVERYTHING. GOTTA SAY, I'VE READ A LOT OF POETRY BUT NOTHING QUITE LIKE HIS STUFF. HIS WORDS HIT DIFFERENT. GOT ME ALL EMOTIONAL NOW. KUDOS TO THIS GUY. I MEANT, THOMAS. CAPS LOCK RULEZ!