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").
A Teamster's Farewell
Sobs En Route to a PenitentiaryGood-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels andlocking hubs,The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness..
© Carl Sandburg
A Tall Man
The mouth of this man is a gaunt strong mouth.The head of this man is a gaunt strong head.The jaws of this man are bone of the Rocky Mountains, the..
© Carl Sandburg
A Sphinx
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper.Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you answered with grey..
© Carl Sandburg
A Million Young Work Men
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh will in the..
© Carl Sandburg
A Fence
Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and theworkmen are beginning the fence.The palings are made of iron bars with steel points thatcan..
© Carl Sandburg
A Father To His Son
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?'Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.'And this might stand him for the stormsand..
© Carl Sandburg
A Coin
Your western heads here cast on money,You are the two that fade away together,Partners in the mist.Lunging buffalo shoulder,Lean Indian face,We who..
© Carl Sandburg
Why East Wind Chills
Why east wind chills and south wind coolsShall not be known till windwell driesAnd west's no longer drownedIn winds that bring the fruit and rindOf..
© Dylan Thomas
If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.Sooner drop with..
© Dylan Thomas
Shall Gods Be Said To Thump The Clouds
Shall gods be said to thump the cloudsWhen clouds are cursed by thunder,Be said to weep when weather howls?Shall rainbows be their tunics'..
© Dylan Thomas
I Make This In A Warring Absence
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, praise..
© Dylan Thomas
Unluckily For A Death
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman in shadesSaint carved and sensual..
© Dylan Thomas
Find Meat On Bones
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,And drink in the two milked crags,The merriest marrow and the dregsBefore the ladies' breasts are hagsAnd the..
© Dylan Thomas
The Tombstone Told When She Died
The tombstone told when she died.Her two surnames stopped me still.A virgin married at rest.She married in this pouring place,That I struck one day..
© Dylan Thomas
How Soon The Servant Sun
How soon the servant sun,(Sir morrow mark),Can time unriddle, and the cupboard stone,(Fog has a boneHe'll trumpet into meat),Unshelve that all my..
© Dylan Thomas
Once Below A Time
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for..
© Dylan Thomas
Out Of The Sighs
Out of the sighs a little comes,But not of grief, for I have knocked down thatBefore the agony; the spirit grows,Forgets, and cries;A little comes..
© Dylan Thomas
To Others Than You
Friend by enemy I call you out.You with a bad coin in your socket,You my friend there with a winning airWho palmed the lie on me when you..
© Dylan Thomas
On The Marriage Of A Virgin
Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's lightSurprised in the opening of her nightlong eyesHis golden yesterday asleep upon the irisAnd..
© Dylan Thomas
In The White Giant's Thigh
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night I walk in the white..
© Dylan Thomas
Notes On The Art Of Poetry
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-onin the world between the covers of books,such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,,such..
© Dylan Thomas
This Bread I Break
This bread I break was once the oat,This wine upon a foreign treePlunged in its fruit;Man in the day or wine at nightLaid the crops low, broke the..
© Dylan Thomas
Should Lanterns Shine
Should lanterns shine, the holy face,Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light,Would wither up, an any boy of loveLook twice before he fell from..
© Dylan Thomas
We Lying By Seasand
We lying by seasand, watching yellowAnd the grave sea, mock who derideWho follow the red rivers, hollowAlcove of words out of cicada shade,For in..
© Dylan Thomas
It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churchesWhen, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,His beast heel cleft in a..
© Dylan Thomas