From Under Milk Wood
From Under Milk Wood - meaning Summary
Prayer for a Fragile Town
The poem presents a speaker’s simple, cyclical prayers for their town and its people. Addressed to God, the language mixes resignation about mortality with hope for another day, acknowledging that residents are neither wholly good nor wholly bad. The communal tone transforms private devotion into a shared wish for protection, blessing, and temporary farewell, emphasizing the town’s precariousness and the speaker’s modest trust in divine oversight.
Read Complete AnalysesEvery morning when I wake, Dear Lord, a little prayer I make, O please do keep Thy lovely eye On all poor creatures born to die And every evening at sun-down I ask a blessing on the town, For whether we last the night or no I’m sure is always touch-and-go. We are not wholly bad or good Who live our lives under Milk Wood, And Thou, I know, wilt be the first To see our best side, not our worst. O let us see another day! Bless us all this night, I pray, And to the sun we all will bow And say, good-bye – but just for now!
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