Dylan Thomas

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

When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer - Poem by Dylan Thomas

When once the twilight locks no longer
Locked in the long worm of my finger
Nor damned the sea that sped about my fist,
The mouth of time sucked, like a sponge,
The milky acid on each hinge,
And swallowed dry the waters of the breast.

When the galactic sea was sucked
And all the dry seabed unlocked,
I sent my creature scouting on the globe,
That globe itself of hair and bone
That, sewn to me by nerve and brain,
Had stringed my flask of matter to his rib.

My fuses are timed to charge his heart,
He blew like powder to the light
And held a little sabbath with the sun,
But when the stars, assuming shape,
Drew in his eyes the straws of sleep
He drowned his father's magics in a dream.

All issue armoured, of the grave,
The redhaired cancer still alive,
The cataracted eyes that filmed their cloth;
Some dead undid their bushy jaws,
And bags of blood let out their flies;
He had by heart the Christ-cross-row of death.

Sleep navigates the tides of time;
The dry Sargasso of the tomb
Gives up its dead to such a working sea;
And sleep rolls mute above the beds
Where fishes' food is fed the shades
Who periscope through flowers to the sky.

When once the twilight screws were turned,
And mother milk was stiff as sand,
I sent my own ambassador to light;
By trick or chance he fell asleep
And conjured up a carcass shape
To rob me of my fluids in his heart.

Awake, my sleeper, to the sun,
A worker in the morning town,
And leave the poppied pickthank where he lies;
The fences of the light are down,
All but the briskest riders thrown
And worlds hang on the trees.

Comments about When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer by Dylan Thomas

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/6/2016 11:07:00 AM)

    about what I wrote in the box below,
    I often ask myself if the poet wanted just make us, their readers, puzzled.. intentionally.. :)
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  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/6/2016 10:47:00 AM)

    '' When once the twilight locks no longer
    Locked in the long worm of my finger ''

    is there anyone who can tell the meaning..? ? ; §)
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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:45:00 AM)

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

  • (6/14/2010 8:32:00 PM)

    a great window of the soul...deep and tremendously picture the
    harmony of life...I like the spike. Awesome lines of wonder...
    God bless and a 10 +++
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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