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The collected poems of Dylan Thomas
Title
The collected poems of Dylan Thomas / [Dylan Thomas].
Publication
New York : New Directions, 1953.
Physical Description
xviii, 199 pages : portrait ; 23 cm
Local Notes
BEIN Osborn pe769: In custom clamshell case; binder's stamp on case: The Chelsea Bindery. Bookplate of Sylvia Plath. Manuscript marks and annotations in the hand of Sylvia Plath throughout. Inscribed on front free endpaper by Elizabeth Sigmund with Plath's epitath.
Notes
"A New Direction book."
Summary
The prologue in verse, written for this collected edition of my poems, is intended as an address to my readers the strangers. This book contains most of the poems I have written, and all, up to the present year, that I wish to preserve. Some of them I have revised a little. Preface.
Format
Books
Language
English
Added to Catalog
June 01, 2002
Contents
Author's prologue
I see the boys of summer
When once the twilight locks no longer
A process in the weather of the heart
Before I knocked
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
My hero bares his nerves
Where once the waters of your face
If I were tickled by the rub of love
Our eunuch dreams
Especially when the October wind
When, like a running grave
From love's first fever to her plague
In the beginning
Light breaks where no sun shines
I followed sleep
I dreamed my genesis
My world is pyramid
All all and all the dry worlds lever
I, in my intricate image
This bread I break
Incarnate devil
To-day, this insect
The seed-at-zero
Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
Here in this spring
Do you not father me
Out of the sighs
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's mouth
Was there a time
Now
Why east wind chills
A grief ago
How soon the servant sun
Ears in the turrets hear
Foster the light
The hand that signed the paper
Should lanterns shine
I have longed to move away
Find meat on bones
Grief thief of time
And death shall have no dominion
Then was my neophyte
Altarwise by owl-light
Because the pleasure-bird whistles
I make this in a warring absence
When all my five and country senses see
We lying by seasand
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell
O make me a mask
The spire cranes
After the funeral
Once it was the colour of saying
Not from this anger
How shall my animal
The tombstone told when she died
On no work of words
A saint about to fall
'If my head hurt a hair's foot'
Twenty-four years
The conversation of prayer
A refusal to mourn the death, by fire, of a child in London
Poem in October
This side of the truth
To others than you
Love in the asylum
Unluckily for a death
The hunchback in the park
Into her lying down head
Do not go gentle into that good night
Deaths and entrances
A winter's tale
On a wedding anniversary
There was a saviour
On the marriage of a virgin
In my craft or sullen art
Ceremony after a fire raid
Once below a time
When I woke
Dawn raid
Lie still, sleep becalmed
Vision and prayer
Balled of the long-legged bait
Holy spring
Fern hill
In country sleep
Over Sir John's hill
Poem on his birthday
Lament
In the white giant's thigh.
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Genre/Form
Poetry.
Poetry.
Annotations (Provenance) - 20th century.
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