This Bread I Break Poem by Dylan Thomas

This Bread I Break

Rating: 3.1


This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wine at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.

Once in this time wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.

This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink, my bread you snap.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
T R Suresh 13 March 2017

Line 6 appears to we incorrectly worded. It should be Once in this wine the summer blood

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Michael Shapiro 10 April 2016

Verse 2 line 1, CORRECTED, reads: Once in this wine the summer blood. The word time is extraneous, and does NOT appear in Collected Poems.

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Fabrizio Frosini 31 July 2016

- good note. Thank you Michael

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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