It's a complex idea, but Thomas manages it exquisitely, finding that pitch-perfect balance between indignation and sorrow, between denial and heartbreak, between the tortured and the elegaic. Thomas is the acme of lyrical intensity - the poet who most perfectly marries rhythm of language to complexity of image (though, if we're going by pure sound, there's always Hopkins, of course).Ī Refusal to Mourn is, to my mind, one of Thomas's finest poems. You ask for Dylan Thomas, I give you Dylan Thomas. The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,Īfter the first death, there is no other. Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breathĭeep with the first dead lies London's daughter, The mankind of her going with a grave truth
The majesty and burning of the child's death. In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn Tells with silence the last light breaking
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