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Dylan Thomas - I Fellowed Sleep
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I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain,
Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper`s eye,
Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon.
So, planning-heeled, I flew along my man
And dropped on dreaming and the upward sky.

I fled the earth and, naked, climbed the weather,
Reaching a second ground far from the stars;
And there we wept I and a ghostly other,
My mothers-eyed, upon the tops of trees;
I fled that ground as lightly as a feather.

`My fathers` globe knocks on its nave and sings.`
`This that we tread was, too, your father`s land.`
`But this we tread bears the angelic gangs
Sweet are their fathered faces in their wings.`
`These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.`

Faded my elbow ghost, the mothers-eyed,
As, blowing on the angels, I was lost
On that cloud coast to each grave-grabbing shade;
I blew the dreaming fellows to their bed
Where still they sleep unknowing of their ghost.

Then all the matter of the living air
Raised up a voice, and, climbing on the words,
I spelt my vision with a hand and hair,
How light the sleeping on this soily star,
How deep the waking in the worlded clouds.

There grows the hours` ladder to the sun,
Each rung a love or losing to the last,
The inches monkeyed by the blood of man.
And old, mad man still climbing in his ghost,
My fathers` ghost is climbing in the rain.
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