Classic and Contemporary Poets

DYLAN THOMAS

Poet Analysis

Poems found: 263

I KNOW THIS VICIOUS MINUTE'S HOUR

IF I WERE TICKLED BY THE RUB OF LOVE

COOL, OH NO COOL

THE TOMBSTONE TOLD WHEN SHE DIED

THERE WAS A SAVIOUR

THIS BREAD I BREAK WAS ONCE THE OAT

AUTHOR'S PROLOGUE

HOLY SPRING

IN THE BEGINNING

ON A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

ON THE WORDS IN POETRY

THE SPIRE CRANES

REQUEST TO LEDA

THEY ARE ONLY DEAD WHO DO NOT LOVE

THE SONG OF THE MISCHIEVOUS DOG

WE LYING BY SEASAND

AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

EARS IN THE TURRETS HEAR

ESPECIALLY WHEN THE OCTOBER WIND

IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART

LIGHT BREAKS WHERE NO SUN SHINES

THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER

THE HAND THAT SIGNED THE PAPER FELLED A CITY

THE HUNCHBACK IN THE PARK

TWENTY-FOUR YEARS REMIND THE TEARS OF MY EYES

A REFUSAL TO MOURN THE DEATH, BY FIRE, OF A CHILD IN LONDON

A WINTER'S TALE

ALTARWISE BY OWL-LIGHT

BALLAD OF THE LONG-LEGGED BAIT

CEREMONY AFTER A FIRE RAID

FERN HILL

IN MEMORY OF ANN JONES

ON THE MARRIAGE OF A VIRGIN

POEM IN OCTOBER

THE CONVERSATION OF PRAYER

DEATH AND ENTRANCES

LAST NIGHT I DIVED MY BEGGAR ARM

POEM

I SEE THE BOYS OF SUMMER

MY HERO BARES HIS NERVES

OUR EUNUCH DREAMS

WRITTEN FOR A PERSONAL EPITAPH

BEING BUT MEN

BEFORE WE MOTHERNAKED FALL

LIE STILL, SLEEP BECALMED

WHEN ALL MY FIVE AND COUNTRY SENSES SEE

A PROCESS IN THE WEATHER OF THE HEART

AMONG THOSE KILLED IN THE DAWN RAID WAS A MAN AGED A HUNDRED

BEFORE I KNOCKED

CLOWN IN THE MOON

LOVE IN THE ASYLUM

CHILD'S CHRISTMAS IN WALES

PROCESS IN THE WEATHER OF THE HEART

SAINT ABOUT TO FALL

ALL ALL AND ALL THE DRY WORLDS LEVER

ALL THAT I OWE THE FELLOWS OF THE GRAVE

ALTHOUGH THROUGH MY BEWILDERED WAY

AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION

BEFORE I KNOCKED AND FLESH LET ME ENTER

BEFORE WE MOTHERNAKED FALL

CONCEIVE THESE IMAGES IN AIR

COOL, OH NO COOL

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

EARS IN THE TURRETS HEAR

ESPECIALLY WHEN THE OCTOBER WIND

HIGH ON A HILL

HOLD HARD, THESE ANCIENT MINUTES IN THE CUCKOO'S MONTH

HOW SHALL MY ANIMAL

HOW SOON THE SERVANT SUN

I HAVE COME TO CATCH YOUR VOICE

I HAVE LONGED TO MOVE AWAY

I KNOW THIS VICIOUS MINUTE'S HOUR

I SEE THE BOYS OF SUMMER IN THEIR RUIN

IF I WERE TICKLED BY THE RUB OF LOVE

IF MY HEAD HURT A HAIR'S FOOT

IN A SHUTTERED ROOM I ROAST

IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART

INTO HER LYING DOWN HEAD

IT IS THE SINNERS' DUST-TONGUED BELL CLAPS ME TO CHURCHES

IT'S LIGHT THAT MAKES THE INTERVALS

IT'S NOT IN MISERY BUT IN OBLIVION

LAST NIGHT I DIVED MY BEGGAR ARM

LET FOR ONE MOMENT A FAITH STATEMENT

LET ME ESCAPE

LIGHT BREAKS WHERE NO SUN SHINES

LIGHT, I KNOW, TREADS THE TEN MILLION STARS

NEVER TO REACH THE OBLIVIOUS DARK

NO THOUGHT CAN TROUBLE MY UNWHOLESOME POSE

NO, PIGEON, I'M TOO WISE

NOT FOEVER SHALL THE LORD OF THE RED HAIL

NOW THE THIRST PARCHES LIP AND TONGUE

ONCE BELOW A TIME

ONCE IT WAS THE COLOUR OF SAYING

OVER SIR JOHN'S HILL

PRAISE TO THE ARCHITECTS

RAIN CUTS THE PLACE WE TREAD,

SHALL GODS BE SAID TO THUMP THE CLOUDS

SHUT, TOO, IN A TOWER OF WORDS, I MARK

SOMETIMES THE SKY'S TOO BRIGHT

TAKE THE NEEDLES AND THE KNIVES

FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER

HAND THAT SIGNED THE PAPER FELLED A CITY

HUNCHBACK IN THE PARK

MORNING, SPACE FOR LEDA

NATURAL DAY AND NIGHT

NEOPHYTE, BAPTIZED IN SMILES

ROD CAN LIFT ITS TWINING HEAD

TOMBSTONE TOLD WHEN SHE DIED

THEIR FACES SHONE UNDER SOME RADIANCE

THEN WAS MY NEOPHYTE

THERE WAS A SAVIOUR

THEY ARE THE ONLY DEAD WHO DID NOT LOVE

THIS BREAD I BREAK WAS ONCE THE OAT

THIS SIDE OF THE TRUTH

TIME ENOUGH TO ROT

TO BE ENCOMPASSED BY THE BRILLIANT EARTH

TWENTY-FOUR YEARS REMIND THE TEARS OF MY EYES

UNLUCKILY FOR A DEATH

UPON YOUR HELD-OUT HAND

WE HAVE THE FAIRY TALES BY HEART

WE WILL BE CONSCIOUS OF OUR SANCTITY

WHEN ALL MY FIVE AND COUNTRY SENSES SEE

WHEN ONCE THE TWILIGHT LOCKS NO LONGER

WHEN YOU HAVE GROUND SUCH BEAUTY DOWN TO DUST

WHERE ONCE THE WATERS OF YOUR FACE

WITH WINDMILLS TURNING WRONG DIRECTIONS

YOU ARE THE RULER OF THIS REALM OF FLESH

FIND MEAT ON BONES'

WE WHO ARE YOUNG ARE OLD'

GRIEF AGO

LETTER TO MY AUNT DISCUSSING THE CORRECT APPROACH TO

PROSPECT OF THE SEA, SELS.

REFUSAL TO MOURN THE DEATH, BY FIRE, OF A CHILD IN LONDON

WINTER'S TALE

ADMIT THE SUN

ALTARWISE BY OWL-LIGHT

AMONG THOSE KILLED IN THE DAWN RAID WAS A MAN AGED A HUNDRED

AUTHOR'S PROLOGUE

BALLAD OF THE LONG-LEGGED BAIT

BECAUSE THE PLEASURE-BIRD WHISTLES

BEFORE THE GAS FADES

BEING BUT MEN

CABARET

CEREMONY AFTER A FIRE RAID

CHILDREN OF DARKNESS GOT NO WINGS

CLOUD IN THE MOON

CONVERSATION ABOUT CHRISTMAS THE USEFUL PRESENTS

CONVERSATION ABOUT CHRISTMAS THE USELESS PRESENTS

FROM LOVE'S FIRST FEVER TO HER PLAGUE

GHOST STORY

GREEK PLAY IN A GARDEN

I SEE THE BOYS OF SUMMER

I, IN MY INTRICATE IMAGE

I, THE FIRST NAMED

IDYLL OF UNFORGETFULNESS

IN COUNTRY HEAVEN

IN COUNTRY SLEEP

IN DREAMS

IN MEMORY OF ANN JONES

IN THE BEGINNING

IN THE WHITE GIANT'S THIGH

INCARNATE DEVIL

IT IS THE SINNERS' DUST-TONGUED BELL

LAMENT

LET IT BE KNOWN

LIE STILL, SLEEP BECALMED

MY HERO BARES HIS NERVES

ON A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

ON THE MARRIAGE OF A VIRGIN

ON THE WORDS IN POETRY

SHOULD LANTERNS SHINE

SINCE, ON A QUIET NIGHT

SONG

AIR YOU BREATHE

ALMANAC OF TIME

CONVERSATION OF PRAYER

COUNTRYMAN'S RETURN

ELM

GOSSIPERS

HAND THAT SIGNED THE PAPER

SONG OF THE MISCHIEVOUS DOG

SPIRE CRANES

SUN BURNS THE MORNING

WOMAN SPEAKS

THERE'S PLENTY IN THE WORLD

THROUGH THESE LASHED RINGS

UNDER MILK WOOD, SELS.

VISION AND PRAYER

WALKING IN THE GARDENS

WAS THERE A TIME

WE LYING BY SEASAND

WE SEE RISE THE SECRET WIND

WHEN I WOKE

WHEN YOUR FURIOUS MOTION

WHEN, LIKE A RUNNING GRAVE

WHY EAST WIND CHILLS

WOMAN ON TAPESTRY

WRITTEN FOR A PERSONAL EPITAPH

YOUR PAIN SHALL BE A MUSIC

YOUTH CALLS TO AGE

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