Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas 1934-1952

Brilliant. Beyond the more well-known And Death Shall Have No Dominion and Do Not Go Gently Into The Night, my personal favorites are: ‘In The Beginning’ the last verse of which goes like this:

In the beginning was the secret brain.
The brain was celled and soldered in the thought
Before the pitch was forking to a sun;
Before the veins were shaking in their sieve,
Blood shot and scattered to the winds of light
The ribbed original of love.

Another one I liked is titled: Twenty-Four Years reproduced here in its entirety:

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.

The man takes a word and breathes life into it. And then takes a few more, strings them together, and brings you to your knees.

Thank you, Dylan Thomas.


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