"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:StoriesAfter the FairThe TreeThe True StoryThe EnemiesThe DressThe VisitorThe VestThe Burning BabyThe OrchardsThe End of the RiverThe LemonThe Horse’s HaThe School for WitchesThe Mouse and the WomanA Prospect of the SeaThe Holy SixPrologue to an AdventureThe Map of LoveIn the Direction of the BeginningAn Adventure from a Work in ProgressPortrait of the Artist as a Young DogThe PeachesA Visit to Grandpa’sPatricia, Edith, and ArnoldThe FightExtraordinary Little CoughJust Like Little DogsWhere Tawe FlowsWho Do You Wish Was With Us?Old GarboOne Warm SaturdayAdventures in the Skin TradeA Fine BeginningPlenty of FurnitureFour Lost SoulsQuite Early One MorningA Child’s Christmas in WalesHoliday MemoryThe Crumbs of One Man’s YearReturn JourneyThe FollowersPoemsNotePrologueI see the boys of summerWhen once the twilight locks no longerA process in the weather of the heartBefore I knockedThe force that through the green fuse drives the flowerMy hero bares his nervesWhere once the waters of your faceIf I were tickled by the rub of loveOur eunuch dreamsEspecially when the October windWhen, like a running graveFrom love’s first fever to her plagueIn the beginningLight breaks where no sun shinesI fellowed sleepI dreamed my genesisMy world is pyramidAll all and all the dry worlds leverI, in my intricate imageThis bread I breakIncarnate devilToday, this insectThe seed-at-zeroShall gods be said to thump the cloudsHere in this springDo you not father meOut of the sighsHold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo’s monthWas there a timeNowWhy east wind chillsA grief agoEars in the turrets hearHow soon the servant sunFoster the lightThe hand that signed the paperShould lanterns shineI have longed to move awayFind meat on bonesGrief thief of timeAnd death shall have no dominionThen was my neophyteAltarwise by owl-lightBecause the pleasure-bird whistlesI make this in a warring absenceWhen all my five and country senses seeWe lying by seasandIt is the sinners’ dust-tongued bellO make me a maskThe spire cranesAfter the funeralOnce it was the colour of sayingNot from this angerHow shall my animalThe tombstone told when she diedOn no work of wordsA saint about to fall‘If my head hurt a hair’s foot’Twenty-four yearsThe conversation of prayersA Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in LondonPoem in OctoberThis side of the truthTo Others than YouLove in the AsylumUnluckily for a deathThe hunchback in the parkInto her lying down headDo not go gentle into that good nightDeaths and EntrancesA Winter’s TaleOn a Wedding AnniversaryThere was a saviourOn the Marriage of a VirginIn my craft or sullen artCeremony After a Fire RaidOnce below a timeWhen I wokeAmong those Killed in the Dawn Raid was a Man Aged a HundredLie still, sleep becalmedVision and PrayerBallad of the Long-legged BaitHoly SpringFern HillIn Country SleepOver Sir John’s hillPoem on His BirthdayLamentIn the White Giant’s Thigh