Dylan Thomas’ poem “The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower” splits my mind in two and then seems to re-join it with a bizarre revelation; death is life!
I sense that the force he speaks of is both life-force and a force of decay and annihilation:
“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.”
The force that creates eventually destroys. Time must move forward and eventually everything will succumb to its ravaging attrition. It is an extraordinary thought that life cannot exist without death. If I were never born I would never know about death. Before I was born was I dead?
That’ll do for now…
Trying to unpack this on my own makes me appreciate the group effort of our tutorials.