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"In the beginning was the secret brain.
The brain was celled and soldered in the thought"
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "In the beginning." |
"For Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail
Always used to say that stout and ale
Was good for a baby in a milking pail."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Under Milk Wood (l. 13-15). . .
Favorite Poems Old and New. Helen Ferris, ed. (1957) Doubleday & Company. |
"Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Altarwise by Owl-Light (l. 1-6). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions. |
"In the beginning was the word, the word
That from the solid bases of the light
Abstracted all the letters of the void...."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "In the beginning." |
"Love, my fate got luckily,
Teaches with no telling
That the phoenix' bid for heaven and the desire after
Death in the carved nunnery
Both shall fail if I bow not to your blessing...."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Unluckily for a Death." |
"I am the long world's gentleman, he said,
And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Altarwise by Owl-Light (l. 13-14). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions. |
"to these
Hale dead and deathless do the women of the hill
Love for ever meridian through the courters' trees
And the daughters of darkness flame like Fawkes fires still."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "In the white giant's thigh." |
"O my true love, hold me.
In your every inch and glance is the globe of genesis spun,
And the living earth your sons."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Unluckily for a Death." |
"Now stamp the Lord's Prayer on a grain of rice,
A Bible-leaved of all the written woods
Strip to this tree: a rocking alphabet,
Genesis in the root, the scarecrow word,
And one light's language in the book of trees."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Altarwise by Owl-Light (l. 85-89). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions. |
"Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,
Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,
And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh
Where barrren as boulders women lie longing still
To labour and love though they lay down long ago."
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "In the white giant's thigh." |
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