Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

My Hero Bares His Nerves - Poem by Dylan Thomas

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.

Comments about My Hero Bares His Nerves by Dylan Thomas

  • Gold Star - 56,038 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/17/2015 3:18:00 AM)

    The metaphors are spellbounding (Report) Reply

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    Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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