Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave - Poem by Dylan Thomas

All that I owe the fellows of the grave
And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates
Lies in the fortuned bone, the flask of blood,
Like senna stirs along the ravaged roots.
O all I owe is all the flesh inherits,
My fathers' loves that pull upon my nerves,
My sisters tears that sing upon my head
My brothers' blood that salts my open wounds

Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop,
My fallen filled, that had the hint of death,
Heir to the telling senses that alone
Acquaint the flesh with a remembered itch,
I round this heritage as rounds the sun
His winy sky, and , as the candles moon,
Cast light upon my weather. I am heir
To women who have twisted their last smile,
To children who were suckled on a plague,
To young adorers dying on a kiss.
All such disease I doctor in my blood,
And all such love's a shrub sown in the breath.

Then look, my eyes, upon this bonehead fortune
And browse upon the postures of the dead;
All night and day I eye the ragged globe
Through periscopes rightsighted from the grave;
All night and day I wander in these same
Wax clothes that wax upon the ageing ribs;
All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet.
Then look, my heart, upon the scarlet trove,
And look, my grain, upon the falling wheat;
All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet.


Comments about All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave by Dylan Thomas

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:25:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 16,965 Points * Sunprincess * (3/14/2014 9:07:00 PM)

    Then look, my heart, upon the scarlet trove,
    And look, my grain, upon the falling wheat;
    All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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