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").
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
Author's Prologue
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled with chirrup and..
© Dylan Thomas
Altarwise By Owl-Light
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way houseThe gentleman lay graveward with his furies;Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,And, from his fork..
© Dylan Thomas
Ears In The Turrets Hear
Ears in the turrets hearHands grumble on the door,Eyes in the gables seeThe fingers at the locks.Shall I unbolt or stayAlone till the day I dieUnseen..
© Dylan Thomas
In My Craft Or Sullen Art
In my craft or sullen artExercised in the still nightWhen only the moon ragesAnd the lovers lie abedWith all their griefs in their armsI labour by..
© Dylan Thomas
The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the roots of treesIs my destroyer.And I am dumb to tell the..
© Dylan Thomas
Before I Knocked
Before I knocked and flesh let enter,With liquid hands tapped on the womb,I who was as shapeless as the waterThat shaped the Jordan near my homeWas..
© Dylan Thomas
Deaths And Entrances
On almost the incendiary eveOf several near deaths,When one at the great least of your best lovedAnd always known must leaveLions and fires of his..
© Dylan Thomas
Love In The Asylum
A stranger has comeTo share my room in the house not right in the head,A girl mad as birdsBolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.Strait..
© Dylan Thomas
All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of lava.City of spring, the governed flower,Turns..
© Dylan Thomas
After The Funeral (In Memory Of Ann Jones)
After the funeral, mule praises, brays,Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tapTap happily of one peg in the thickGrave's foot, blinds down the..
© Dylan Thomas
Especially When The October Wind
Especially when the October windWith frosty fingers punishes my hair,Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fireAnd cast a shadow crab upon the land,By..
© Dylan Thomas
Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred
When the morning was waking over the warHe put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide,He..
© Dylan Thomas
Elegy
Too proud to die; broken and blind he diedThe darkest way, and did not turn away,A cold kind man brave in his narrow prideOn that darkest day, Oh..
© Dylan Thomas
A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
A process in the weather of the heartTurns damp to dry; the golden shotStorms in the freezing tomb.A weather in the quarter of the veinsTurns night..
© Dylan Thomas
A Letter To My Aunt
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern PoetryTo you, my aunt, who would exploreThe literary Chankley Bore,The paths are hard..
© Dylan Thomas
Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,The night above the dingle starry,Time let..
© Dylan Thomas
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
Never until the mankind makingBird beast and flowerFathering and all humbling darknessTells with silence the last light breakingAnd the still hourIs..
© Dylan Thomas
Clown In The Moon
My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows.I think, that if..
© Dylan Thomas
A Child's Christmas In Wales
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices..
© Dylan Thomas