There Was a Saviour

<br>Words: dylan thomas<br><br><br><br>There was a saviour<br><br>Rarer than radium,<br><br>Commoner than water, crueler than truth;<br><br>Children kept from the sun<br><br>Assembled at his tongue<br><br>To hear the golden note turn in a groove,<br><br>Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes<br><br>In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles.<br><br><br><br>The voice of children says<br><br>From a lost wilderness<br><br>There was calm to be done in his safe unrest<br><br>When hindering man hurt<br><br>Man, animal or bird<br><br>We hid our fears in the murdering breath,<br><br>Silence, silence to do, when the earth grew loud,<br><br>In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout.<br><br><br><br><br><br>There was glory to hear<br><br>In the churches of his tears,<br><br>Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck,<br><br>O you who could not cry<br><br>On to the ground when a man died<br><br>Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood<br><br>And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell:<br><br>Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself.<br><br><br><br>Two proud, blacked brothers cry,<br><br>Winter-locked side by side,<br><br>To this inhospitable hollow year,<br><br>O we could not stir<br><br>One lean sigh when we heard<br><br>Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour<br><br>But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall<br><br>Now break a giant tear for the little known fall.<br><br><br><br>For the drooping of homes,<br><br>That did not nurse our bones,<br><br>Brave deaths of only ones but never found,<br><br>Now see, alone in us,<br><br>Our own true strangers dust<br><br>Ride through the doors of our unentered house.<br><br>Exiled in us we arouse the soft,<br><br>Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.