Author: Dylan Thomas

Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as […]

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, […]

The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead […]

On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of your best loved And […]

Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire […]

This day winding down now At God speeded summer’s end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On […]

When all my five and country senses see, The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark How, through the halfmoon’s […]

I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man’s minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost […]

In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie […]

I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow […]

My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the […]

When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in […]

If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through […]

(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the […]

Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat On the silent […]

Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill With a capsized field […]

How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation’s shell, Endure […]

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, […]

I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, […]

Sometimes the sky’s too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away’s too sharp a sun To […]