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").
Here In This Spring
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;Here in this ornamental winterDown pelts the naked weather;This summer buries a spring bird.Symbols..
© Dylan Thomas
On No Work Of Words
On no work of words now for three lean months in thebloodyBelly of the rich year and the big purse of my bodyI bitterly take to task my poverty and..
© Dylan Thomas
Our Eunuch Dreams
IOur eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,Of light and love the tempers of the heart,Whack their boys' limbs,And, winding-footed in their shawl..
© Dylan Thomas
Ceremony After A Fire Raid
IMyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast of the..
© Dylan Thomas
From Love's First Fever To Her Plague
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft secondAnd to the hollow minute of the womb,From the unfolding to the scissored caul,The time for..
© Dylan Thomas
Prologue
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled with chirrup and..
© Dylan Thomas
Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride upward, to the drive..
© Dylan Thomas
When, Like A Running Grave
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear is slowly through the house,Up naked..
© Dylan Thomas
In Country Sleep
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite..
© Dylan Thomas
Once It Was The Colour Of Saying
Once it was the colour of sayingSoaked my table the uglier side of a hillWith a capsized field where a school sat stillAnd a black and white patch of..
© Dylan Thomas
Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to sufferThe supper..
© Dylan Thomas
How Shall My Animal
How shall my animalWhose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull,Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell,Endure burial under the spelling..
© Dylan Thomas
Now
NowSay nay,Man dry man,Dry lover mineThe deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor,Should he, for centre sake, hop in the dust,Forsake, the fool..
© Dylan Thomas
Incarnate Devil
Incarnate devil in a talking snake,The central plains of Asia in his garden,In shaping-time the circle stung awake,In shapes of sin forked out the..
© Dylan Thomas
The Conversation Of Prayer
The conversation of prayers about to be saidBy the child going to bed and the man on the stairsWho climbs to his dying love in her high room,The one..
© Dylan Thomas
Limerick
There was an old bugger called God,who got a young virgin in pod.This disgraceful behaviourbegot Christ our Saviour,who was nailed to a cross, poor..
© Dylan Thomas
Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright
Sometimes the sky's too bright,Or has too many clouds or birds,And far away's too sharp a sunTo nourish thinking of him.Why is my hand too bluntTo..
© Dylan Thomas
Twenty Four Years
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)In the groin of the natural doorway I..
© Dylan Thomas
Do You Not Father Me
Do you not father me, nor the erected armFor my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?Do you not mother me, nor, as I am,The lovers' house, lie..
© Dylan Thomas
To-Day, This Insect
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe,Now that my symbols have outelbowed space,Time at the city spectacles, and halfThe dear, daft time I..
© Dylan Thomas
January 1939
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to sufferThe supper..
© Dylan Thomas
My World Is Pyramid
IHalf of the fellow father as he doublesHis sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk,Half of the fellow mother as she dabblesTo-morrow's diver in her horny..
© Dylan Thomas
When All My Five And Country Senses See
When all my five and country senses see,The fingers will forget green thumbs and markHow, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye,Husk of young stars..
© Dylan Thomas
The Seed-At-Zero
The seed-at-zero shall not stormThat town of ghosts, the trodden womb,With her rampart to his tapping,No god-in-hero tumble downLike a tower on the..
© Dylan Thomas
Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the woundIn the throat, burning and turning. All night afloatOn the silent sea we have heard the soundThat..
© Dylan Thomas