by Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953)

I turn the corner of prayer and burn
Language: English 
  I turn the corner of prayer and burn
     In a blessing of the sudden
   Sun. In the name of the damned
      I would turn back and run
       To the hidden land
        But the loud sun
         Christens down
            The sky.
              I
            Am found.
            O let him
       Scald me and drown
     Me in his world's wound
    His lightning answers my
  Cry. My voice burns in his hand.
   Now I am lost in the blinding
 One. The sun roars at the prayer's end.

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