Dylan Thomas

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

Twenty Four Years - Poem by Dylan Thomas

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun,
With my red veins full of money,
In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance as long as forever is.


Comments about Twenty Four Years by Dylan Thomas

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:40:00 AM)

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

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: journey, money, red, fear, sun, light



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Hata Bildir]