Poems by Dylan Thomas
All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave
... I am heir To women who have twisted their last smile, ...
My World Is Pyramid
... tremble The halves that pierce the pin's point in the air, ...
How Shall My Animal
... Clack through the thicket of strength, love hewn in pillars drops ...
Should Lanterns Shine
... So fast I move defying time, the quiet gentleman ...
To-Day, This Insect
... John's beast, Job's patience, and the fibs of vision, ...
There Was A Saviour
... Now break a giant tear for the little known fall, For the drooping of homes ...
I, In My Intricate Image
... Beginning with doom in the ghost, and the springing marvels, ...
When, Like A Running Grave
... In the straight grave,Stride through Cadaver's country in my force, ...
Author's Prologue
... Hears, there, this fox light, my flood ship's ...
Our Eunuch Dreams
... The shades of girls, all flavoured from their shrouds, ...
When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer
... He had by heart the Christ-cross-row of death ...
The Seed-At-Zero
... Shall the star-flanked seed be riddled, ...
On No Work Of Words
... I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:To take to give is all, return what is hungrily given ...
Then Was My Neophyte
... Who could hack out your unsucked heart, ...
Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month
... Drives forth my men, my children, from the hanging south ...
