Author: Dylan Thomas

On no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody Belly of the rich year and the […]

Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the […]

Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor, Should he, for […]

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in […]

In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across […]

A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry To you, my aunt, who would explore The […]

There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at […]

In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts […]

The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long […]

Not from this anger, anticlimax after Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower Bent like a beast to lap […]