Twelve
Dylan Thomas
1914 to 1953
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Speak like a hungry parson of the manna,
As fleeced as they bow lowly with the sheep,
I would be woven a religious shape;
And talk of light to a mad miner.
That men might see the devil in the crumb
Add one more nail of praise on to the cross,
That the sum sanity might add to naught
Has stolen the starved babies from their laps,
My house would fall like bread about my homage;
I would enforce the black apparelled cries,
And I would choke the heavens with my hymn
Girls take to broomsticks when the thief of night
And words fall crippled from the slaving lips,
And the death in a starving image.