poet Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

#34 on top 500 poets

When I Woke

When I woke, the town spoke.
Birds and clocks and cross bells
Dinned aside the coiling crowd,
The reptile profligates in a flame,
Spoilers and pokers of sleep,
The next-door sea dispelled
Frogs and satans and woman-luck,
While a man outside with a billhook,
Up to his head in his blood,
Cutting the morning off,
The warm-veined double of Time
And his scarving beard from a book,
Slashed down the last snake as though
It were a wand or subtle bough,
Its tongue peeled in the wrap of a leaf.

Every morning I make,
God in bed, good and bad,
After a water-face walk,
The death-stagged scatter-breath
Mammoth and sparrowfall
Everybody's earth.
Where birds ride like leaves and boats like ducks
I heard, this morning, waking,
Crossly out of the town noises
A voice in the erected air,
No prophet-progeny of mine,
Cry my sea town was breaking.
No Time, spoke the clocks, no God, rang the bells,
I drew the white sheet over the islands
And the coins on my eyelids sang like shells.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

2,8 out of 5
32 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about When I Woke by Dylan Thomas

  • Paresh ChakraParesh Chakra (11/28/2018 4:03:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this poem so nice poem

    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Paresh ChakraParesh Chakra (11/28/2018 4:03:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this poem

    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Bhagabat Prasad HottaBhagabat Prasad Hotta (11/3/2018 12:56:00 PM)

    So lovely poem..........So. . Nice..... Poem......

    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (10/8/2017 11:52:00 PM)

    Where birds ride like leaves and boats like ducks
    I heard, this morning, waking,
    Lovely poem.

    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Stephen LoomesStephen Loomes (11/7/2016 6:43:00 AM)

    Awake to the timeless, godless workings of the sea-coast town, on everybody's earth where this visionary stranger drew the sheets back over his understanding. All hail th great Welsh bard, the seer Scop

    Report Reply
    3 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (4/26/2014 2:43:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    5 person did not like.



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?