THE POEMS OF DYLAN THOMAS - Hardcover

The reputation of Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) as one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century has not waned in the fifty years since his death. His work, noted for its lush metaphors, musicality, and playfulness within traditional forms, was largely responsible for modernizing poetic verse. Thomas also wrote captivating short stories, a novella, several screenplays and radio plays, as well as his delightful stage play, Under Milk Wood―all infused with his passion for the English language and his enduring love of Wales.

Admit The Sun
The Air You Breathe
All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever
All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave
The Almanac Of Time
Altarwise By Owl-light
Although Through My Bewildered Way
Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
Ballad Of The Long-legged Bait
Because The Pleasure-bird Whistles
Before I Knocked
Before The Gas Fades
Before We Mothernaked Fall
Being But Men
Cabaret
Ceremony After A Fire Raid
Children Of Darkness Got No Wings
Cloud In The Moon
Conceive These Images In Air
The Conversation Of Prayer
Cool, Oh No Cool
The Countryman's Return
Deaths And Entrances
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do You Not Father Me
Ears In The Turrets Hear
Elegy
The Elm
Especially When The October Wind
Fern Hill
'find Meat On Bones'
The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
Forest Picture
Foster The Light
From Love's First Fever To Her Plague
The Gossipers
Greek Play In A Garden
A Grief Ago
Grief Thief Of Time
Here In This Spring
Here Lies The Beasts
High On A Hill
Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month
Holy Spring
How Shall My Animal
How Soon The Servant Sun
The Hunchback In The Park
I Dreamed My Genesis
I Fellowed Sleep
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
I, In My Intricate Image
I, The First Named
Idyll Of Unforgetfulness
If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love
If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot
In Country Heaven
In Country Sleep
In Dreams
In Memory Of Ann Jones
In My Craft Or Sullen Art
In The Beginning
In The White Giant's Thigh
Incarnate Devil
Into Her Lying Down Head
It Is The Sinners' Dust-tongued Bell
It's Light That Makes The Intervals
It's Not In Misery But In Oblivion
Lament
Last Night I Dived My Beggar Arm
Let For One Moment A Faith Statement
Let It Be Known
Let Me Escape
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To
Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
Lift Up Your Face
Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines
Light, I Know, Treads The Ten Million Stars
Little Problem
Love In The Asylum
The Midnight Road
Missing
The Molls
The Morning, Space For Leda
My Hero Bares His Nerves
My River
My World Is Pyramid
The Natural Day And Night
Nearly Summer
The Neophyte, Baptized In Smiles
Never To Reach The Oblivious Dark
New Quay
No Man Believes
No Thought Can Trouble My Unwholesome Pose
No, Pigeon, I'm Too Wise
Not Foever Shall The Lord Of The Red Hail
Not From This Anger
Now
Now The Thirst Parches Lip And Tongue
O Chatterton
O Make Me A Mask
The Oak
Of Any Flower
On A Wedding Anniversary
On The Marriage Of A Virgin
Once Below A Time
Once It Was The Colour Of Saying
Our Eunuch Dreams
Out Of The Pit
Out Of The Sighs
Over Sir John's Hill
Paper And Sticks
Pillar Breaks
The Pine
The Ploughman's Gone
Poem
Poem
Poem For Caitlin
Poem In October
Poem On His Birthday
Poet: 1935
Praise To The Architects
A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
Prologue
Rain Cuts The Place We Tread,
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
Request To Leda
The Rod Can Lift Its Twining Head
A Saint About To Fall
See, Says The Lime
The Seed-at-zero
Shall Gods Be Said To Thump The Clouds
Should Lanterns Shine
Since, On A Quiet Night
Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright
Song
The Song Of The Mischievous Dog
The Spire Cranes
The Sun Burns The Morning
Take The Needles And The Knives
Their Faces Shone Under Some Radiance
Then Was My Neophyte
There Was A Saviour
There's Plenty In The World
They Are The Only Dead Who Did Not Love
This Bread I Break
This Side Of The Truth
Through These Lashed Rings
Time Enough To Rot
To A Slender Wind
To Be Encompassed By The Brilliant Earth
To Follow The Fox
To Others Than You
To The Spring-spirit
Today, This Insect
The Tombsone Told When She Died
Too Long, Skeleton
Triloet
Twelve
Twenty-four Years Remind The Tears Of My Eyes
Unluckily For A Death
Upon Your Held-out Hand
Vision And Prayer
Walking In The Gardens
Was There A Time
We Have The Fairy Tales By Heart
We Lying By Seasand
We See Rise The Secret Wind
'we Who Are Young Are Old'
We Will Be Conscious Of Our Sanctity
When All My Five And Country Senses See
When I Woke
When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer
When You Have Ground Such Beauty Down To Dust
When Your Furious Motion
When, Like A Running Grave
Where Once The Waters Of Your Face
Why East Wind Chills
A Winter's Tale
With Windmills Turning Wrong Directions
Woman On Tapestry
The Woman Speaks
Written For A Personal Epitaph
You Are The Ruler Of This Realm Of Flesh
Your Pain Shall Be A Music
Youth Calls To Age
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