Description du livre
"The Classic Collection of Dylan Thomas: Stories and Poems" is a literary treasure trove, gathering the rich tapestry of Thomas's evocative storytelling and poignant poetry. At its heart lies "A Child's Christmas in Wales," a nostalgic masterpiece that weaves the magic and innocence of childhood into the fabric of a Welsh Christmas.
"Under Milk Wood" stands as one of Thomas's crowning achievements, a radio drama that unveils the lives and dreams of the fictional Welsh seaside town of Llareggub. The language dances with lyrical beauty as Thomas captures the quirks and passions of the townspeople.
The collection further showcases Thomas's prose prowess with "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog," a series of autobiographical stories blending humor and introspection. Throughout, his poems, known for their vivid imagery and profound lyricism, include timeless pieces that resonate with the human experience.
This anthology, illustrated to enhance the reading experience, invites both devoted fans and new readers to immerse themselves in the poetic landscapes and narrative brilliance of Dylan Thomas. It's a celebration of a literary legacy that continues to captivate hearts and minds with its lyrical beauty and insightful reflections on life, love, and the passage of time."
Contents:
Stories
After the Fair
The Tree
The True Story
The Enemies
The Dress
The Visitor
The Vest
The Burning Baby
The Orchards
The End of the River
The Lemon
The Horse’s Ha
The School for Witches
The Mouse and the Woman
A Prospect of the Sea
The Holy Six
Prologue to an Adventure
The Map of Love
In the Direction of the Beginning
An Adventure from a Work in Progress
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog
The Peaches
A Visit to Grandpa’s
Patricia, Edith, and Arnold
The Fight
Extraordinary Little Cough
Just Like Little Dogs
Where Tawe Flows
Who Do You Wish Was With Us?
Old Garbo
One Warm Saturday
Adventures in the Skin Trade
A Fine Beginning
Plenty of Furniture
Four Lost Souls
Quite Early One Morning
A Child’s Christmas in Wales
Holiday Memory
The Crumbs of One Man’s Year
Return Journey
The Followers
Poems
Note
Prologue
I see the boys of summer
When once the twilight locks no longer
A process in the weather of the heart
Before I knocked
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
My hero bares his nerves
Where once the waters of your face
If I were tickled by the rub of love
Our eunuch dreams
Especially when the October wind
When, like a running grave
From love’s first fever to her plague
In the beginning
Light breaks where no sun shines
I fellowed sleep
I dreamed my genesis
My world is pyramid
All all and all the dry worlds lever
I, in my intricate image
This bread I break
Incarnate devil
Today, this insect
The seed-at-zero
Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
Here in this spring
Do you not father me
Out of the sighs
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo’s month
Was there a time
Now
Why east wind chills
A grief ago
Ears in the turrets hear
How soon the servant sun
Foster the light
The hand that signed the paper
Should lanterns shine
I have longed to move away
Find meat on bones
Grief thief of time
And death shall have no dominion
Then was my neophyte
Altarwise by owl-light
Because the pleasure-bird whistles
I make this in a warring absence
When all my five and country senses see
We lying by seasand
It is the sinners’ dust-tongued bell
O make me a mask
The spire cranes
After the funeral
Once it was the colour of saying
Not from this anger
How shall my animal
The tombstone told when she died
On no work of words
A saint about to fall
‘If my head hurt a hair’s foot’
Twenty-four years
The conversation of prayers
A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London
Poem in October
This side of the truth
To Others than You
Love in the Asylum
Unluckily for a death
The hunchback in the park
Into her lying down head
Do not go gentle into that good night
Deaths and Entrances
A Winter’s Tale
On a Wedding Anniversary
There was a saviour
On the Marriage of a Virgin
In my craft or sullen art
Ceremony After a Fire Raid
Once below a time
When I woke
Among those Killed in the Dawn Raid was a Man Aged a Hundred
Lie still, sleep becalmed
Vision and Prayer
Ballad of the Long-legged Bait
Holy Spring
Fern Hill
In Country Sleep
Over Sir John’s hill
Poem on His Birthday
Lament
In the White Giant’s Thigh