“Let the dry eyes perceive Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.” EyeLyingLossLaughingMouthsPerceiveDryBetrayCurvesSleeves Book:Dylan Thomas Selected Poems, 1934-1952 Source: Dylan Thomas Selected Poems, 1934-1952
“Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.” ImportantLyingReadingSweetHotImportant ThingsPoetry IsThings In LifeBathsChristieMost Important Things In LifeHot Baths Author:Dylan Thomas
“In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.” MenWritingHeartArtStillsLightAgeLyingNightCommonGriefPaySecretStageArmsProudLoversMoonAmbitionPagesSingingPraiseTradeRoundsRageBreadCraftsCharmLabourWagesHeedPsalmsIvoryNightingalesSullenProud Man Author:Dylan Thomas
“Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas” HeartWholeLyingWinningSidesSecretEnemyAirMy FriendsFaultsCloudsCunningHammersDylanYour SideStilts Author:Dylan Thomas
“The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.” LyingSexEasySawsSeaLet MeRidingThighsShipwreckSeesaw Book:Under Milk Wood: A Play for Voices Source: Under Milk Wood: A Play for Voices
“And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.” WayGivingLongTwoEndsHandsRunningLyingDiesEvilBreakSeaWheelsCracksSplitsDominionSnapsUnicornRacks Book:Muertes Y Entradas [1934-1953]: Antología Poética Source: Muertes Y Entradas [1934-1953]: Antología Poética
