tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19962112011690460022011-06-23T22:56:47.158-07:00Miss B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818371691660756086noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996211201169046002.post-18197609250151406182011-05-30T11:12:00.000-07:002011-05-30T11:12:30.848-07:00<i>Being But Men</i><br />by Dylan Thomas<br /><br />Being but men, we walked into the trees<br />Afraid, letting our syllables be soft<br />For fear of waking the rooks,<br />For fear of coming<br />Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.<br /><br />If we were children we might climb,<br />Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,<br />And, after the soft ascent,<br />Thrust out our heads above the branches<br />To wonder at the unfailing stars.<br /><br />Out of confusion, as the way is,<br />And the wonder, that man knows,<br />Out of the chaos would come bliss.<br /><br />That, then, is loveliness, we said,<br />Children in wonder watching the stars,<br />Is the aim and the end.<br /><br />Being but men, we walked into the trees.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1996211201169046002-1819760925015140618?l=mapoftheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Miss B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818371691660756086noreply@blogger.com0