If my head hurt a hair's foot

If my head hurt a hair's foot

Pack back the downed bone

If the unpricked ball of my

Breath

Bump on a spout

Let the bubbles jump out

Sooner drop with the worm

Of the ropes round my throat

Than bully I'll love

In the clouted scene

All game phrases fit your ring

Of a cockfight:

I'll comb the snared woods

With a glove on a lamp

Peck sprint

Dance on fountains and duck time

Before I rush in a crouch

The ghost with a hammer air

Strike light

And bloody a loud room

If my bunched

Monkey coming is cruel

Rage me back to the making house

My hand unravel

When you sew the deep door

The bed is a cross place

Bend if my journey ache

Direction like an arc or make

A limp and riderless shape

To leap nine thinning

Months '

No Not for Christ's dazzling bed

Or a nacreous sleep among

Soft particles and charms

My dear would I change my tears

Or your iron head

Thrust my daughter or son

To escape there is none

None none

Nor when all ponderous

Heaven's host of waters breaks

Now to awake husked of gestures

And my joy like a cave

To the anguish and carrion

To the infant forever

Unfree

O my lost love

Bounced from a good home;

The grain that hurries this way

From the rim of the

Grave

Has a voice and a house

And there and here you must

Couch and cry

Rest beyond choice

In the dust-appointed grain

At the breast stored with seas

No return

Through the waves of the fat

Streets nor the skeleton's

Thin ways

The grave and my calm body

Are shut to your coming as

Stone

And the endless beginning of

Prodigies suffers open

If My Head Hurt a Hair's Foot - Dylan Thomas