Explore "My Hero Bares his Nerves" by Dylan Thomas on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist / That rules from wrist to shoulder, / Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost, / Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.
And these poor nerves so wired to the skull / Ache on the lovelorn paper / I hug to love with my unruly scrawl / That utters all love-hunger
And tells the page the empty ill.
My hero bares my side and sees his heart / Tread, like a naked Venus, / The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait; / Stripping my loin of promise,
He promises a secret heat.
He holds the wire from this box of nerves / Praising the mortal error / Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves, / And the hunger's emperor;
He pulls the chain, the cistern moves.