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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Foster the Light</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,<br>Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,<br>But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;<br>Master the night nor serve the snowman's brain<br>That shapes each bushy item of the air<br>Into a polestar pointed on an icicle.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Murmur of spring nor crush the cockerel's eggs,<br>Nor hammer back a season in the figs,<br>But graft these four-fruited ridings on your country;<br>Farmer in time of frost the burning leagues,<br>By red-eyed orchards sow the seeds of snow,<br>In your young years the vegetable century.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And father all nor fail the fly-lord's acre,<br>Nor sprout on owl-seed like a goblin-sucker,<br>But rail with your wizard's ribs the heart-shaped planet;<br>Of mortal voices to the ninnies' choir,<br>High lord esquire, speak up the singing cloud,<br>And pluck a mandrake music from the marrowroot.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Roll unmanly over this turning tuft,<br>O ring of seas, nor sorrow as I shift<br>From all my mortal lovers with a starboard smile;<br>Nor when my love lies in the cross-boned drift<br>Naked among the bow-and-arrow birds<br>Shall you turn cockwise on a tufted axle.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who gave these seas their colour in a shape,<br>Shaped my clayfellow, and the heaven's ark<br>In time at flood filled with his coloured doubles;<br>O who is glory in the shapeless maps,<br>Now make the world of me as I have made<br>A merry manshape of your walking circle.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dylan+Thomas">Dylan Thomas</a></strong></div>

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