Poems by Dylan Thomas
Poem On His Birthday
... Spins its morning of praise, I hear the bouncing hills ...
Now
... Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor, ...
I Have Longed To Move Away
... And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind ...
In My Craft Or Sullen Art
... With all their griefs in their arms ...
Love In The Asylum
... eludes the heaven-proof house with entering cloudsYet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room, ...
I See The Boys Of Summer
... In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, ...
Was There A Time
... Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost ...
A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
... and the womb Drives in a death as life leaks out ...
Lament
... For my sulking, skulking, coal black soul!When I was half the man I was ...
Especially When The October Wind
... The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry ...
Dylan Thomas - Holy Spring
... And the multitude's sultry tear turns cool on the weeping wall, ...
Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright
... I wish to know I cannot lift, but can, ...
My Hero Bares His Nerves
... Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves, ...
Not From This Anger
... Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror, ...
From Love's First Fever To Her Plague
... From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second ...
