Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
In Country Sleep
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite..
© Dylan Thomas
Once It Was The Colour Of Saying
Once it was the colour of sayingSoaked my table the uglier side of a hillWith a capsized field where a school sat stillAnd a black and white patch of..
© Dylan Thomas
Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to sufferThe supper..
© Dylan Thomas
How Shall My Animal
How shall my animalWhose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull,Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell,Endure burial under the spelling..
© Dylan Thomas
Now
NowSay nay,Man dry man,Dry lover mineThe deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor,Should he, for centre sake, hop in the dust,Forsake, the fool..
© Dylan Thomas
Incarnate Devil
Incarnate devil in a talking snake,The central plains of Asia in his garden,In shaping-time the circle stung awake,In shapes of sin forked out the..
© Dylan Thomas
The Conversation Of Prayer
The conversation of prayers about to be saidBy the child going to bed and the man on the stairsWho climbs to his dying love in her high room,The one..
© Dylan Thomas
Limerick
There was an old bugger called God,who got a young virgin in pod.This disgraceful behaviourbegot Christ our Saviour,who was nailed to a cross, poor..
© Dylan Thomas
Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright
Sometimes the sky's too bright,Or has too many clouds or birds,And far away's too sharp a sunTo nourish thinking of him.Why is my hand too bluntTo..
© Dylan Thomas
Twenty Four Years
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)In the groin of the natural doorway I..
© Dylan Thomas
Do You Not Father Me
Do you not father me, nor the erected armFor my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?Do you not mother me, nor, as I am,The lovers' house, lie..
© Dylan Thomas
To-Day, This Insect
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe,Now that my symbols have outelbowed space,Time at the city spectacles, and halfThe dear, daft time I..
© Dylan Thomas
January 1939
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to sufferThe supper..
© Dylan Thomas
My World Is Pyramid
IHalf of the fellow father as he doublesHis sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk,Half of the fellow mother as she dabblesTo-morrow's diver in her horny..
© Dylan Thomas
When All My Five And Country Senses See
When all my five and country senses see,The fingers will forget green thumbs and markHow, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye,Husk of young stars..
© Dylan Thomas
The Seed-At-Zero
The seed-at-zero shall not stormThat town of ghosts, the trodden womb,With her rampart to his tapping,No god-in-hero tumble downLike a tower on the..
© Dylan Thomas
Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the woundIn the throat, burning and turning. All night afloatOn the silent sea we have heard the soundThat..
© Dylan Thomas
I Have Longed To Move Away
I have longed to move awayFrom the hissing of the spent lieAnd the old terrors' continual cryGrowing more terrible as the dayGoes over the hill into..
© Dylan Thomas
I See The Boys Of Summer
II see the boys of summer in their ruinLay the gold tithings barren,Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;Theire in their heat the winter..
© Dylan Thomas
A Saint About To Fall
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the last street wave praisedThe unwinding..
© Dylan Thomas
Grief Thief Of Time
Grief thief of time crawls off,The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years,The knave of pain steals offThe sea-halved faith that blew time to his..
© Dylan Thomas
Where Once The Waters Of Your Face
Where once the waters of your faceSpun to my screws, your dry ghost blows,The dead turns up its eye;Where once the mermen through your icePushed up..
© Dylan Thomas
When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about my fist,The mouth of time sucked, like a..
© Dylan Thomas
Foster The Light
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;Master..
© Dylan Thomas
I, In My Intricate Image
II, in my intricate image, stride on two levels,Forged in man's minerals, the brassy oratorLaying my ghost in metal,The scales of this twin world..
© Dylan Thomas