Poems by Dylan Thomas
Limerick
... who was nailed to a cross, poor old sod ...
Out Of The Sighs
... Were vagueness enough and the sweet lies plenty, ...
Over Sir John's Hill
... Guilt Of the led-astray birds whom God, for their breast of whistles, ...
Hold Hard The Ancient Minutes
... Drives forth my men, my children, from the hanging south ...
Altarwise By Owl-Light
... The black ram, shuffling of the year, old winter, ...
Vision And Prayer
... Over the ghost and the dropped son ...
Why East Wind Chills
... And dusk is crowded with the children's ghosts, ...
The Tombstone Told When She Died
... Through the devilish years and innocent deaths ...
A Grief Ago
... A grief ago, She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower, ...
Holy Spring
... And the multitude's sultry tear turns cool on the weeping wall, ...
All All And All
... III All all and all the dry worlds couple, ...
Do You Not Father Me
... Shall I still be love's house on the widdershin earth, ...
In Country Sleep
... And you shall wake, from country sleep, this dawn and each first dawn, ...
In The White Giant's Thigh
... Rough as cows' tongues and thrashed with brambles their buttermilk ...
Grief Thief Of Time
... Lean time on tide and times the wind stood rough, ...
