Sunset over the Olympic Mountains

Something from Dylan Thomas. A young Dylan Thomas, he was 18 when he wrote it - a poem of his I had never read before I happened to come across it today. Interesting, very much like Robert Graves of Lollocks, Warning to Children or Babylon.

Being But Men

Being but men, we walked into the trees

Afraid, letting our syllables be soft

For fear of waking the rooks,

For fear of coming

Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.

If we were children we might climb,

Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,

And, after the soft ascent,

Thrust out our heads above the branches

To wonder at the unfailing stars.

Out of confusion, as the way is,

And the wonder, that man knows,

Out of the chaos would come bliss.

That, then, is loveliness, we said,

Children in wonder watching the stars,

Is the aim and the end.

Being but men, we walked into the trees.