Dylan Thomas

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

In My Craft Or Sullen Art - Poem by Dylan Thomas

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art

Form: Sonnet


Comments about In My Craft Or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas

  • Rookie - 181 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:57:00 AM)

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

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  • Rookie Denis Prosser (6/12/2013 6:35:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem - this man had a way with words. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andrew Quintana (9/28/2009 9:33:00 PM)

    This is what poetry is about (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Robert Howard (12/24/2006 11:12:00 AM)

    The ultimate poetic declaration of allegiance to artistic integrity. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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