Dylan Thomas

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

Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright - Poem by Dylan Thomas

Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.
Why is my hand too blunt
To cut in front of me
My horrid images for me,
Of over-fruitful smiles,
The weightless touching of the lip
I wish to know
I cannot lift, but can,
The creature with the angel's face
Who tells me hurt,
And sees my body go
Down into misery?
No stopping. Put the smile
Where tears have come to dry.
The angel's hurt is left;
His telling burns.

Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
Or too much blood;
I tear her breast,
And see the blood is mine,
Flowing from her, but mine,
And then I think
Perhaps the sky's too bright;
And watch my hand,
But do not follow it,
And feel the pain it gives,
But do not ache.


Comments about Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright by Dylan Thomas

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:23:00 AM)


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

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  • (11/25/2007 11:23:00 AM)


    Sometimes just being alive is almost blinding. Amazing piece. I read Dylan Thomas often to counter the effects of some of the tripe on this site. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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