Dylan Thomas's Poetry, by title

• 'If my head hurt a hair's foot'

  'If my head hurt a hair's foot
  Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath

  34 lines
• A Grief Ago

  A grief ago,
  She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,

  43 lines
• A Letter To My Aunt

  A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry
  To you, my aunt, who would explore

  67 lines
• A Process In The Weather Of The Heart

  A process in the weather of the heart
  Turns damp to dry; the golden shot

  27 lines, 5 comments
• A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

  Never until the mankind making
  Bird beast and flower

  26 lines, 1 comment
• A Saint About To Fall

  A saint about to fall,
  The stained flats of heaven hit and razed

  52 lines
• A Winter's Tale

  It is a winter's tale
  That the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakes

  154 lines
• After The Funeral (In Memory Of Ann Jones)

  After the funeral, mule praises, brays,
  Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tap

  39 lines, 1 comment
• All All And All

  All all and all the dry worlds lever,
  Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,

  48 lines
• All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave

  All that I owe the fellows of the grave
  And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates

  31 lines, 1 comment
• Altarwise By Owl-Light

  Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
    The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;

  58 lines, 3 comments
• Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred

  When the morning was waking over the war
  He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,

  14 lines
• And Death Shall Have No Dominion

  And death shall have no dominion.
  Dead mean naked they shall be one

  27 lines
• Author's Prologue

  This day winding down now
  At God speeded summer's end

  103 lines
• Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait

  The bows glided down, and the coast
  Blackened with birds took a last look

  216 lines
• Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles

  Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
  Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?

  24 lines
• Before I Knocked

  Before I knocked and flesh let enter,
  With liquid hands tapped on the womb,

  46 lines
• Ceremony After A Fire Raid

  Myselves
  The grievers

  89 lines
• Clown In The Moon

  My tears are like the quiet drift
  Of petals from some magic rose;

  8 lines
• Deaths And Entrances

  On almost the incendiary eve
  Of several near deaths,

  36 lines
• Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

  Do not go gentle into that good night,
  Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

  23 lines, 67 comments
• Do You Not Father Me

  Do you not father me, nor the erected arm
  For my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?

  34 lines
• Ears In The Turrets Hear

  Ears in the turrets hear
  Hands grumble on the door,

  0 lines
• Elegy

  Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
  The darkest way, and did not turn away,

  40 lines
• Especially When The October Wind

  Especially when the October wind
  With frosty fingers punishes my hair,

  34 lines
• Fern Hill

  Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
  About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

  59 lines, 2 comments
• Find Meat On Bones

  'Find meat on bones that soon have none,
  And drink in the two milked crags,

  44 lines
• Foster The Light

  Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
  Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,

  30 lines
• From Love's First Fever To Her Plague

  From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second
  And to the hollow minute of the womb,

  50 lines
• Grief Thief Of Time

  Grief thief of time crawls off,
  The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years,

  28 lines

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