Dylan Thomas reads his prose & more poetry

Prologue

A Refusal to Mourn the Death of a Child Killed by Fire in London

The Force that through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower…

Laucharne

If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love

In My Craft and Sullen Art

Love in the Asylum

Should Lanterns Shine

Holiday Memory

Quite Early One Morning