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").

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

My Hero Bares His Nerves

My hero bares his nerves along my wristThat rules from wrist to shoulder,Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,Leans on my mortal ruler,The..

© Dylan Thomas

I Fellowed Sleep

I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain,Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye,Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon.So..

© Dylan Thomas

There Was A Saviour

There was a saviourRarer than radium,Commoner than water, crueller than truth;Children kept from the sunAssembled at his tongueTo hear the golden..

© Dylan Thomas

I Dreamed My Genesis

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breakingThrough the rotating shell, strongAs motor muscle on the drill, drivingThrough vision and the..

© Dylan Thomas

The Hand That Signed The Paper

The hand that signed the paper felled a city;Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;These five kings..

© Dylan Thomas

Was There A Time

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddlesIn children's circuses could stay their troubles?There was a time they could cry over books,But time..

© Dylan Thomas

This Side Of The Truth

(for Llewelyn)This side of the truth,You may not see, my son,King of your blue eyesIn the blinding country of youth,That all is undone,Under the..

© Dylan Thomas

O Make Me A Mask

O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spiesOf the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled clawsRape and rebellion in the nurseries of my..

© Dylan Thomas

Being But Men

Being but men, we walked into the treesAfraid, letting our syllables be softFor fear of waking the rooks,For fear of comingNoiselessly into a world..

© Dylan Thomas

In The Beginning

In the beginning was the three-pointed star,One smile of light across the empty face,One bough of bone across the rooting air,The substance forked..

© Dylan Thomas

Holy Spring

OOut of a bed of loveWhen that immortal hospital made one more moove to sootheThe curless counted body,And ruin and his causesOver the barbed and..

© Dylan Thomas

Not From This Anger

Not from this anger, anticlimax afterRefusal struck her loin and the lame flowerBent like a beast to lap the singular floodsIn a land strapped by..

© Dylan Thomas

On A Wedding Anniversary

The sky is torn acrossThis ragged anniversary of twoWho moved for three years in tuneDown the long walks of their vows.Now their love lies a lossAnd..

© Dylan Thomas

If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love

If I were tickled by the rub of love,A rooking girl who stole me for her side,Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,If the red tickle..

© Dylan Thomas

Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait

The bows glided down, and the coastBlackened with birds took a last lookAt his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye;The trodden town rang its cobbles..

© Dylan Thomas

A Grief Ago

A grief ago,She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn,Hell wind and sea,A stem cementing..

© Dylan Thomas

The Hunchback In The Park

The hunchback in the parkA solitary misterPropped between trees and waterFrom the opening of the garden lockThat lets the trees and water enterUntil..

© Dylan Thomas

Poem In October

It was my thirtieth year to heavenWoke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour woodAnd the mussel pooled and the heronPriested shoreThe morning..

© Dylan Thomas

Lament

When I was a windy boy and a bitAnd the black spit of the chapel fold,(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry..

© Dylan Thomas

A Winter's Tale

It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the cup of the vales,Gliding windless..

© Dylan Thomas

All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave

All that I owe the fellows of the graveAnd all the dead bequeathed from pale estatesLies in the fortuned bone, the flask of blood,Like senna stirs..

© Dylan Thomas

Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;Where no sea runs, the waters of the heartPush in their tides;And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,The..

© Dylan Thomas

Poem On His Birthday

In the mustardseed sun,By full tilt river and switchback seaWhere the cormorants scud,In his house on stilts high among beaksAnd palavers of..

© Dylan Thomas