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 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

When I Woke

When I woke, the town spoke.Birds and clocks and cross bellsDinned aside the coiling crowd,The reptile profligates in a flame,Spoilers and pokers of..

© Dylan Thomas

Into Her Lying Down Head

IInto her lying down headHis enemies entered bed,Under the encumbered eyelid,Through the rippled drum of the hair-buried ear;And Noah's rekindled now..

© Dylan Thomas

Then Was My Neophyte

Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe winder of the..

© Dylan Thomas

Over Sir John's Hill

Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his clawsAnd gallows, up the rays of his eyes the..

© Dylan Thomas

Vision And Prayer

WhoAre youWho is bornIn the next roomSo loud to my ownThat I can hear the wombOpening and the dark runOver the ghost and the dropped sonBehind the..

© Dylan Thomas