Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed ~ Dylan Thomas

Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with
the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. All
night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the
sound
That came from the wound wrapped in
the salt sheet.

Under the mile off moon we trembled
listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood
from the loud wound
And when the salt sheet broke in a
storm of singing
The voices of all the drowned swam
on the wind.

Open a pathway through the slow sad
sail,
Throw wide to the wind the gates of
the wandering boat
For my voyage to begin to the end of
my wound,
We heard the sea sound sing, we saw
the salt sheet tell.
Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the
mouth in the throat,
Or we shall obey, and ride with you
through the drowned.