The Closer I Move

And this last blessing most

That the closer I move

To death, one man through his sundered hulks

The louder the sun blooms

And the tusked, ramshackling sea exults

And every wave of the way

And gale I tackle, the whole world then 

With more triumphant faith

Than ever was since the world was said

Spins its morning of praise ...

• Dylan Thomas, Poem on his Birthday, https://www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/poem-on-his-birthday

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