Author: Dylan Thomas

The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden womb, With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero […]

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound […]

O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made one more moove to soothe The curless counted […]

When the morning was waking over the war He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died, The […]

O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the […]

It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled […]

My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a […]

All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the […]

Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its […]

I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, […]