Poems by Dylan Thomas
'If my head hurt a hair's foot'
... No return Through the waves of the fat streets nor the skeleton's thin ways ...
On The Marriage Of A Virgin
... For a man sleeps where fire leapt down and she learns through his arm ...
It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell
... Nutmeg, civet, and sea-parsley serve the plagued groom and bride ...
The Hunchback In The Park
... In the fountain basin where I sailed my ship ...
Notes On The Art Of Poetry
... I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on ...
A Saint About To Fall
... The mazes of his praise and envious tongue were worked in flames and shells ...
When I Woke
... No Time, spoke the clocks, no God, rang the bells, ...
Here In This spring
... I should tell summer from the trees, the worms ...
A Winter's Tale
... And fast through the drifts of the thickets antlered like deer, ...
Once Below A Time
... The cloud perched tailors' master with nerves for cotton ...
We Lying By Seasand
... Breaks, O my heart's blood, like a heart and hill ...
Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles
... In the sniffed and poured snow on the tip of the tongue of the year ...
Prologue
... Hears, there, this fox light, my flood ship's ...
I Make This In A Warring Absence
... Destruction, picked by birds, brays through the jaw-bone, ...
Unluckily For A Death
... Turns of your prayed flesh, nor shall I shoo the bird below me: ...
