Poem by Dylan Thomas

Notes on the Art of Poetry

I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.

1. Ceremony after a Fire Raid
2. Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
3. January 1939
4. On No Work of Words
5. We Lying by Seasand

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