Dylan Thomas
Though lovers be lost, love shall not. — Dylan Thomas, from “And Death Shall Have No Dominion,” Collected Poems: 1934-1953, eds. Walford Davies and Ralph Maud (J.M. Dent, 1998)
Category: Welsh Literature
Dylan Thomas
Where Once the Waters of your Face Where once the waters of your faceSpun to my screws, your dry ghost blows,The dead turns up its eye;Where once the mermen through your icePushed up their hair, the dry wind steersThrough salt and root and roe. Where once your green knots sank their spliceInto the tided cord,… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas
[The force that through the green fuse drives the flower] The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer.And I am dumb to tell the crooked roseMy youth is bent by the same wintry fever. The force that drives the water… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas
A process in the weather of the heart A process in the weather of the heartTurns damp to dry; the golden shotStorms in the freezing tomb.A weather in the quarter of the veinsTurns night to day; blood in their sunsLights up the living worm. A process in the eye forwarnsThe bones of blindness; and the… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas
My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth,It would crumble;It is so sad and beautiful,So tremulously like a dream. — Dylan Thomas, “Clown in the Moon,” The Poems of Dylan Thomas. (New… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
Dannie Abse
At home, feeling hollow, I shamelessly wept —whether for you or myself I do not know. Tonight a bracing wind makes my eyes cry while a cloud dociles an imprudent moon that is and was, and is again, and was. — Dannie Abse, from “Moonbright,” Speak, Old Parrot (Hutchinson, 2013)
Dylan Thomas
We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t. — Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas
Poem in October It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and rook And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas
And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. — Dylan Thomas, from “Poem in October,” Collected Poems. (W W Norton & Co Inc June 1971) Originally published 1952.
The Vale of Soul-Making 