Dylan Thomas

Last Night I Dived My Beggar Arm

Last night I dived my beggar arm
Days deep in her breast that wore nor heart
For me alone but only a rocked drum
Telling the heart I broke of a good habit

That her loving, unfriendly limbs
Would plunge my betrayal from sheet to sky
So the betrayed might learn in the sun beams
Of the death in a bed in another country.