Poems of Dylan Thomas

Now Clown in the Moon Elegy
On No Work of Words Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Not From This Anger
Fern Hill Among those killed in the dawn raid was a man aged a hundred Holy Spring
Love in the Asylum Once it was in the colour of saying Was There a Time
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month
Lie still, sleep becalmed
Especially when the October wind
The Hand that signed the paper felled a city