All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever Comments

Dylan oeddech chi'n un o fath gyda meddwl gwych. Nawr yn ysgriffenu barddoniaeth yn y nefoedd. Nos da Dylan.

The incomparable Dylan Thomas..always a revelation to read one from a past master.

All all and all the dry worlds couple, Ghost with her ghost, contagious man With the womb of his shapeless people. a great poem of Dylon Thomas

The forces of creativity and destruction seemed to go hand in hand with the genius that was Dylan Thomas. This poem exemplifies this profound inner struggle.

Congratulations on being selected for Poem of the day

The creation, 'All that shapes from the caul and suckle, ' Then the struggle of life, 'Square in these worlds the mortal circle' These lines alone, but also reflected elsewhere in the poem, depict Man's lot and strife for understanding and meaning in life.

Another poem on life & death from the brilliant, talented but tortured mind of Dylan Thomas, who lived fast and died very young. One wonders if this poem was written during one of his heavy drinking binges.

Ghost with her ghost, contagious man With the womb of his shapeless people. All that shapes from the caul and suckle, Nice lines, liked them.

Flower, flower the people's fusion, O light in zenith, the coupled bud, And the flame in the flesh's vision. Out of the sea, the drive of oil, Socket and grave, the brassy blood, Flower, flower, all all and all..... loved these lines. Beautiful poem shared.

Such a great write by Dylan Thomas....

Page, age! With the stage of the ice. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Fear not the flat synthetic blood An awesome write. Congrats on the modern Poem of the Day. Thanks for sharing.

Nice poem.... Congrats for being chosen....

Sad but nice. There is a feeling that death is nearby lurking to take in its grasp. Liked it. Thanks for sharing.

The governed flower! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Thomas's style played heck with conventional strict verse forms. His images flourished in the heart first then the brain. He seemed tormented by the presence of death in life, every poem I have read so far has the shadow of death flung over it.. Tormented but he still saw the unity of it all, life and death and new life linked the generations marching from Adam and Eve to the modern day. But still his poetry was tortured by the presence of death.:

Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit