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

  • (3/16/2018 7:16:00 PM)

    where did my comment go (Report) Reply

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  • (3/16/2018 7:16:00 PM)

    This has been my choice for the only poem I have set to music from Dylan Thomas. I have utterly always adored him. (Report) Reply

  • (11/30/2016 2:46:00 AM)

    With a poem like this, one can easily see why Robert Zimmerman chose the stage name Bob Dylan! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (2/28/2016 4:24:00 AM)

    Awesome poem conceived beautifully and versified in equally beautiful manner. Thanks for sharing here. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:57:00 AM)

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

  • (6/12/2013 6:35:00 PM)

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

  • (9/28/2009 9:33:00 PM)

    This is what poetry is about (Report) Reply

  • (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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