Dylan Thomas

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

Do You Not Father Me - Poem by Dylan Thomas

Do you not father me, nor the erected arm
For my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?
Do you not mother me, nor, as I am,
The lovers' house, lie suffering my stain?
Do you not sister me, nor the erected crime
For my tall turrets carry as your sin?
Do you not brother me, nor, as you climb,
Adore my windows for their summer scene?

Am I not father, too, and the ascending boy,
The boy of woman and the wanton starer
Marking the flesh and summer in the bay?
Am I not sister, too, who is my saviour?
Am I not all of you by the directed sea
Where bird and shell are babbling in my tower?
Am I not you who front the tidy shore,
Nor roof of sand, nor yet the towering tiler?

You are all these, said she who gave me the long suck,
All these, he said who sacked the children's town,
Up rose the Abraham-man, mad for my sake,
They said, who hacked and humoured, they were mine.
I am, the tower told, felled by a timeless stroke,
Who razed my wooden folly stands aghast,
For man-begetters in the dry-as-paste,
The ringed-sea ghost, rise grimly from the wrack.

Do you not father me on the destroying sand?
You are your sisters' sire, said seaweedy,
The salt sucked dam and darlings of the land
Who play the proper gentleman and lady.
Shall I still be love's house on the widdershin earth,
Woe to the windy masons at my shelter?
Love's house, they answer, and the tower death
Lie all unknowing of the grave sin-eater.


Comments about Do You Not Father Me by Dylan Thomas

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/1/2017 9:24:00 PM)


    nice one...agaisnt time and tide... lovely poem...10
    Against time and tide

    You will correct
    And act
    For the generations ahead
    And well read

    Give no second thought
    As we have fought
    Against time and tide
    Now you have to decide
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  • Susan Williams (4/23/2017 6:09:00 PM)


    I am, the tower told, felled by a timeless stroke,
    Who razed my wooden folly stands aghast, - - - - - - I haven't slept in days now, so maybe that is why I keep seeing The Tower of Babel in myriad places in this poem
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  • Joshua Adeyemi (4/23/2017 3:21:00 PM)


    This is indeed a poem.
    Lovely!
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  • (4/23/2017 7:22:00 AM)


    Do you not father me, nor the erected arm
    For my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?
    Do you not mother me, nor, as I am,
    The lovers' house, lie suffering my stain?
    Do you not sister me, nor the erected crime
    For my tall turrets carry as your sin?
    Do you not brother me, nor, as you climb,
    Adore my windows for their summer scene? Ecellent written
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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (4/23/2017 4:09:00 AM)


    Summer scene... thanks for posting.... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/23/2017 3:51:00 AM)


    Folly! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (1/7/2017 11:28:00 PM)


    A good write, but not my type of poem. (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/6/2015 4:13:00 AM)


    Stunning and perpetually epic for all ages & genres....An empowering theme of Never Give Up for what your Heart and providence says is all good and righteous'''....Tho' you're gone from this poetic plane...You still fly high o'er it and around it....You Rock, indeed! (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:37:00 AM)


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

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, September 30, 2011


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