Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

A Process In The Weather Of The Heart - Poem by Dylan Thomas

A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.

A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.

A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.

A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.

A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.


Comments about A Process In The Weather Of The Heart by Dylan Thomas

  • Rookie - 108 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:19:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Kevin Straw (4/18/2012 1:53:00 PM)

    A concatenation of high-sounding and meaningless phrases. If Thomas had routed his poetry though his brain he would have been a much better poet. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jacqui Thewless (8/28/2011 4:19:00 AM)

    See my 'Poem For Jimmy'. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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