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.


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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (10/8/2017 11:48:00 PM)

    With my red veins full of money,
    In the final direction of the elementary town
    I advance as long as forever is.
    Loved the poem.
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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:40:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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