Love In The Asylum By Dylan Thomas

Love In The Asylum



A stranger has come

To share my room in the house not right in the head,

A girl mad as birds



Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.

Strait in the mazed bed

She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds



Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,

At large as the dead,

Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.



She has come possessed

Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,

Possessed by the skies



She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust

Yet raves at her will

On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.



And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last

I may without fail

Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.



Dylan Thomas

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