Dylan Thomas

A Child's Christmas In Wales 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 snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. After the Funeral (In memory of Ann Jones) After the funeral, mule praises, brays, A Letter To My Aunt A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry All All and All I All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever I All That I Owe the Fellows of the Grave All that I owe the fellows of the grave Altarwise by Owl-Light .Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred When the morning was waking over the war And Death Shall Have No Dominion And death shall have no dominion. A Process in the Weather of the Heart A process in the weather of the heart A Refusal to Mourn the Death... Never until the mankind making Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait The bows glided down, and the coast Before I Knocked Before I knocked and flesh let enter, Clown in the Moon My tears are like the quiet drift Deaths And Entrances On almost the incendiary eve Do not go gentle into that good night Do not go gentle into that good night, Ears In The Turrets Hear Ears in the turrets hear Elegy Too proud to die; broken and blind he died Especially when the October wind Especially when the October wind Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs Foster The Light Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, From Love's First Fever To Her Plague From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second Hold Hard the Ancient Minutes Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Holy Spring O How Shall My Animal How shall my animal I Dreamed My Genesis I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking I Fellowed Sleep I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love If I were tickled by the rub of love, I Have Longed To Move Away I have longed to move away I, In My Intricate Image I Incarnate Devil Incarnate devil in a talking snake, In My Craft or Sullen Art In my craft or sullen art In The Beginning In the beginning was the three-pointed star, I See the Boys of Summer I January 1939 Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Lament When I was a windy boy and a bit Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound Light breaks where no sun shines Light breaks where no sun shines; Love in the Asylum A stranger has come My Hero Bares His Nerves My hero bares his nerves along my wrist My World Is Pyramid I Not From This Anger Not from this anger, anticlimax after Now Now O Make Me A Mask O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies On A Wedding Anniversary The sky is torn across Once It Was the Colour of Saying Once it was the colour of saying On No Work of Words On no work of words now for three lean months in the Our Eunuch Dreams I Poem In October It was my thirtieth year to heaven Poem on his Birthday In the mustardseed sun, Prologue This day winding down now Should Lanterns Shine Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Sometimes the Sky's Too Bright Sometimes the sky's too bright, The Conversation Of Prayer The conversation of prayers about to be said The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower The force that through the green fuse drives the flower The Hand That Signed the Paper The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Then Was My Neophyte Then was my neophyte, There Was A Saviour There was a saviour The Seed-At-Zero The seed-at-zero shall not storm This Side Of The Truth (for Llewelyn) To-Day, This Insect To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Twenty Four Years Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. Twenty-Four Years Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. Vision and Prayer Who Was There a Time Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles When All My Five and Country Senses See When all my five and country senses see, When, Like a Running Grave When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, When Once the Twilight Locks No Longer When once the twilight locks no longer Where Once the Waters of Your Face Where once the waters of your face