Dylan Thomas

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

A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London - Poem by Dylan Thomas

Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
And the still hour
Is come of the sea tumbling in harness

And I must enter again the round
Zion of the water bead
And the synagogue of the ear of corn
Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
Or sow my salt seed
In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn

The majesty and burning of the child's death.
I shall not murder
The mankind of her going with a grave truth
Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath
With any further
Elegy of innocence and youth.

Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter,
Robed in the long friends,
The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,
Secret by the unmourning water
Of the riding Thames.
After the first death, there is no other.

Form: Elegy

Comments about A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London by Dylan Thomas

  • (9/12/2019 4:54:00 AM)

    its a good poem? im getting forced (Report)Reply

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  • Don Kubicki (7/7/2019 1:23:00 PM)

    Ths sound is the thing in Thomas' works. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/7/2017 11:53:00 AM)

    please me this elegy stanza summery A refural to mourn the death by fire of a child in london (Report)Reply

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  • (11/1/2017 5:10:00 PM)

    Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser, ” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one. (Report)Reply

    (3/20/2019 2:21:00 AM)

    Boy, would I love to be in your head for a second!

    (12/24/2018 1:59:00 PM)

    Love your sense of humor!

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  • Naomi Waters (10/25/2017 11:42:00 AM)

    I love this. I can only hope to one day be able to make my poems as smooth as this one is and maybe one day they will sound as beautiful (Report)Reply

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  • (6/23/2017 7:50:00 PM)

    very nice poem. Beautiful piece (Report)Reply

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  • Chinedu Dike (1/24/2017 8:32:00 AM)

    Beautiful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Dylan. (Report)Reply

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  • (11/29/2016 4:58:00 PM)

    Elegy of innocence and youth.

    Some things are hard to understand, but still, life drudges on.

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  • Susan Williams (12/23/2015 2:51:00 PM)

    He has the courage to write what might not be palatable to some but look how he masters the art of writing: Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
    Or sow my salt seed
    In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn

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  • Thabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 9:12:00 AM)

    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.af (Report)Reply

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  • (7/5/2014 11:00:00 PM)

    I shall not murder.... what a beautiful message in the poem that gives such good feeling..... (Report)Reply

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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:20:00 AM)

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

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  • (11/13/2013 4:27:00 PM)

    Tough to Memorize and break down for class I loved it though (Report)Reply

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  • (2/21/2009 11:27:00 AM)

    challengiing to upcoming poet (Report)Reply

    Souren Mondal(2/2/2016 12:23:00 PM)

    It would probably be challenging to even many mature poets too...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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