That Sanity be Kept by Dylan Thomas — Read

That sanity be kept I sit at open windows, / Regard the sky, make unobtrusive comment on the moon, / Sit at open windows in my shirt, / And let the traffic pass, the signals shine,

The engines run, the brass bands keep in tune, / For sanity must be preserved.

Thinking of death, I sit and watch the park / Where children play in all their innocence, / And matrons, on the littered grass,

Absorb the daily sun.

The sweet suburban music from a hundred lawns / Comes softly to my ears. The English mowers mow and mow.

I mark the couples walking arm in arm, / Observe their smiles,

Sweet invitations and inventions, / See them lend love illustration / By gesture and grimace.

I watch them curiously, detect beneath the laughs / What stands for grief, a vague bewilderment

At things not turning right.

I sit at open windows in my shirt, / Observe, like some Jehovah of the west, / What passes by, that sanity be kept.