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Under Milk Wood: A Play For Voices

4.15 of 5 stars 4.15  ·  rating details  ·  3,885 ratings  ·  228 reviews
Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep

Completed only a month before Dylan Thomas died, Under Milk Wood is an inspired and irreverent account of life and love in a small coastal village in Wales one spring day. Full of raucous energy and lyrical passion, it is the most complete expression of Thomas' unique perspective on the huma

Paperback, 100 pages
Published April 7th 1977 by Everyman's (first published 1953)
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Feb 14, 2015 s.penkevich rated it 5 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: The lovers, the dreamers, and me
Recommended to s.penkevich by: Lauren
Shelves: poetry, plays, dreamlike
We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood.

The voices of Dylan Thomas’ Under Milk Wood rise and fall, crashing into each other like waves under a milky moon, their sweet prose an effervescence of sounds and syllables to intoxicate the soul. This ‘play for voices’ follows the lives of the citizens of Milk Wood across a full day, bookmarked by the surrealistically sensational dream sequences of the two nights. The play simply engulfs you in its beautiful embrace, like the wa
Petra X
Rewritten July 30th, 2011, read way back when and reread 2011

Some works of literature just beg to be read out loud - This is the House that Jack Built and Hiawatha are two that most people are familiar with. Under Milk Wood too, is better appreciated read aloud.

A sample (read aloud with Welsh accent, sing-song, go up like a question at the end of the line):


Mr Pugh, in the School House opposite, takes up the morning
tea to Mrs Pugh, and whispers on the stairs


Here's your arseni
I can honestly say that the world would be a lesser place if I had never read this play. It is not just that it is laugh-out-loud funny or that it is sad enough to make me weep - Captain Cat being forgotten by Rosie near the end is almost too painful to remember. But it is so full, so wonderfully overflowing with all the day to day concerns of life and love that it is a world in and of itself. Here is true creative genius.

From husbands purchasing books on how to poison their wives to the terribl
I like Dylan Thomas for two reasons
1. I grew up in Wales
2. I read his book Under Milk Wood when I was in school.

Wales is a strange place to grow up. For a start you're told as a child that it's full of castles and dragons and daffodils and that there is evil over the border (England) and that Rugby is the one true sport. Some of those things are true. I'm sure even Dylan Thomas thought them from time to time. I lived outside Cardiff and Thomas was busily engaged in being Welsh in and around the
Dec 17, 2014 Mimi rated it 4 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: people who like wordplay
Shelves: fiction, classics, 2014
Not a play or a poem, exactly. This was written to be performed as a BBC radio drama, and it's about life in a sleepy town in Wales. We follow a few characters as they go from dream to wakefulness and then move through the rest of their day. We get to hear their thoughts and reflections as they do every day things. Sounds very dull, I know, which is why you have to read (or listen to) it for yourself.

In the tradition of small towns (both fictional and nonfictional), everyone has a big secret. Ea

Dylan Thomas originally intended this work to be radio play. However, my first experience of it was seeing the film adaptation narrated by Richard Burton, back when I was in high school in the 1970s. I remember two things about the experience: loving the sound of Richard Burton's voice, and feeling overwhelmed. This extract from the review in the New York Times goes some way to explaining my reaction:
Too many words, perhaps, for the stage. Too many words, I'm convinced, for the screen. It's not
A smorgasbord of language. I am still blown away every time I read that first measured sentence, about the woodland ‘limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea’.

If you only knew Dylan Thomas from his short poems (as I did before I read this) then prepare for a very pleasant shock. The wonderful rhythm of the lines here, the extraordinary creativity of compound words and unexpected similes, all sustained over a considerable distance, is something quit


Give me the parcel.

WILLY NILLY [postman whose wife reads all the mail to him before he delivers it:]

It's for Mr Pugh, Mrs Pugh.


Never you mind. What's inside it?


A book called Lives of the Great Poisoners.



Persons with manners do not read at table,


says Mrs Pugh. She swallows a digestive tablet as big as a
horse-pill, washing it down with clouded peasoup water.



Some persons were brought up in pigsties.


Pigs don't r
Dylan Thomas writes so amazingly beautifully. The story just flows and it is like music. The story is about nothing and yet about everything - just the ordinary nuances of life and community. The differences between the people in the town and their lives. I strongly recommend you read this - or watch a production of it.

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.

Come closer now.

Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and
silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in
Jul 12, 2012 Mike rated it 1 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: No one, for we must be compassionate to all sentient beings
If I could go back in time about 45 minutes ago and beat myself into a bloody, vegetative state, or at least into an illiterate delirium, so that I wouldn't have read this book, I would. If I could fit pliers into my ears so that I could rip out the sound of this play from my head forever, I would. If I could dig up Dylan Thomas' body and rig it with explosives and blow it up, making me blind from the concussion and so ensuring that I never accidentally read so much as a line of this again, beca ...more
Stuart Aken
Many years ago, I bought the vinyl LP of the BBC radio production of Dylan Thomas’ Under Milk Wood. It’s subtitled, ‘A Play for Voices’, and that’s about as accurate a description as I can think of. The radio production is superb, with the brilliant Richard Burton articulating the First Voice in his own inimitable style. A wonderful listening experience.

But what of the text? I picked up a copy from a small independent bookshop whilst shopping in Beverley with my daughter for a student cook book,
A radio 'feature', rather than a play, according to the introduction to my edition, Under Milk Wood is amazing. It's full of lively, unique description, a rapidfire sketch of village life. I can't even pick out a part I like best because all of it is vivacious and interesting. The description, on the first page, for just one example, of the night, 'starless and bible-black'. Dylan Thomas knew what he was doing when it came to language, at all times, and it shows.

The introduction to this edition,
Sarah Churchill
I read along while listening to the audio version by Richard Burton, and it really helped to give the characters more life, as well as emphasising just how funny (and sad) this work is. A Welsh valley town with all of the 'characters' you could need.
OK, I don't know what this is, but it's not your average play... Under Milk Wood is something else. It deserves its own category. Shortly before his death I reckon Dylan Thomas came sublimely close to the perfect narrative. Readers of 'Cold Comfort Farm' will definitely recognise an Aunt Ada Doom-ish humour that rides on the coattails of stream of consciousness.

Under Milk Wood is very hard to pin down as it's a mix of so many things, and that's what makes it so astonishingly brilliant. It delve
Under Milk Wood has a lot of similarities with Ulysses. Large cast, no story but with a lot happening, set in a seaside town, the whole work set in a limited timeframe and is meant to be read aloud. This Play for Voices has more references of sexual innuendo than an album of blues songs. It has some great lines of poetry.

I give it three stars on the page and five stars audio.

I hadn't read Under Milk Wood before I saw the film version in the early 1970s at the cinema. I loved the film, and what a
I first saw this play, finished only days before Dylan Thomas died in 1953 at age 39, in its movie form. I enjoyed the movie so much, I found a used paperback of the play. The play takes us on a walking tour over a day of a mythical small Welsh fishing village and one by one the residents speak. The play starts: "It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible to the sloeback, slow, b ...more
Erik Graff
Apr 03, 2012 Erik Graff rated it 5 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: everyone
Recommended to Erik by: no one
Shelves: poetry
My first exposure to Under Milk Wood was the reading of it. That left little impression. My second was one warm summer evening on the grass under the blossoming magnolia tree in the quadrangle of Union Theological Seminary on Manhattan Island in New York. Someone had brought a tape player and a recording of the piece. The night was perfect, the kind when one can be comfortably naked under the stars. I and a dozen or so fellow students lay quietly, listening together.

Well, I’m officially a Dylan Thomas fan. At first, I thought, “A poet writing a play? Hmmm….” But then the moment I read the opening line, I had to read the entire thing: “It is Spring, moonless night int he small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.”

Not surprisingly, there isn’t much of a plot here, really. It’s more of a lyrical an
My dad was in this play when he was in college or something, so it made me like it more. But it also made me distracted because the whole time, I was imagining a younger version of my moustached father actually getting on stage to do Dylan Thomas...

Edit: Ok, not to DO Dylan Thomas. Jesus Christ, people...
John Winterson
Most actual Welsh people have a conflict of emotions about Dylan Thomas. On the one hand, we take pride in his international success and his undoubted ability, at least on his better days, to put together a phrase that rings in the mind. Yet, at the same time, no modern author did more to cement the image of our ancient warrior-race as ‘quaint,’ to use Professor Schama’s notorious expression.

Both sides of Dylan are on display in ‘Under Milk Wood,’ his play for voices, probably his most ambitious
Jan 20, 2015 ^ rated it 5 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: All who love the sound of the English language at its best
Recommended to ^ by: My parents

Though the CD lacks the ‘magic’ of the black vinyl LP which my parents passed onto me some years ago (there’s something almost visceral about watching a needle picking up and delivering sound as it traverses a black surface ….), this CD is the perfect practical replacement. I only wish that Polygram had been able (or willing?) to use the original Decca LP artwork. The cover image of this 1hr 30min double CD is utterly crass in portraying 4/5th of Richard Burton, and 1/5th of some nameless Welsh(
I loved this. The text is so full of vitality and exuberance, humour and poignancy; the characters, however briefly described, are flesh and blood on the page; the language leaps and flows. Under Milk Wood is the story of a day in the life of a small Welsh town, a day that is no doubt repeated endlessly, the eccentric inhabitants trapped by their natures, their families, their dreams. I was hooked from the first lines: 'It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the
Damian Haas
May 16, 2008 Damian Haas rated it 2 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: tired people, ambien addicts
Recommended to Damian by: curiosity
Not to hate on Dylan Thomas too much, but this "poem-play" sucks ass. I like most of his poetry and his story "Adventures in the Skin Trade." I've also been told that "A Child's Christmas in Wales" is very good, but don't let that convince you everything by him is good. There are flashes of his poetic language, but mostly it's just a plotless ramble of characters who aren't interesting going through a not interesting day in a not interesting town. Perhaps if I were a Welshman, nostalgia would fi ...more
Like most of Dylan Thomas' writing, this is an impressionistic play. There isn't really a plot in the conventional sense of conflict--rising action, climax, resolution-- but a series of characters, which as a whole make up this community. I can't even really picture a good way to stage this play, which is why I supposed it worked as a radio play. However, I am looking forward to a version from Netflix, to see how they staged this.
Amelia Davies
Outstanding to read, even better to hear and simply magical to perform.
This was a totally immersive pleasure. I savoured every word - and they're in abundance as they come at you almost without pause for thought or breath in this extended prose poem - 'a play for voices'. The tempo and rhythm matches that of a day's span: gentle and deliberate at times, busily frenzied at others. I don't know if this is Thomas' masterpiece as I'm only at the beginning of reading his work, but it must surely have been hard to better. It is a small piece of perfection - short in leng ...more
As I've said elsewhere, I love Thomas's words, his world. I've produced, directed and been part of three productions of this little play for voices. Once, in my early university days. The second time, after having hitchhiked from Cambridge to Laugharne one late winter week in the early 60s, after having gotten drunk in Dylan's pub, tried to befriend Dylan's pals and people, gone peeking through the dusty, spider-dwelt window of his writing shack on the top of the cliff above the sea, and, having ...more
Kathryn  Bullen
Fabulous read - really enjoyed it, especially after seeing/hearing the recent BBC production. Beautiful choice of words and authentic characters who come alive through the narrative and their own speech. This is poetry, prose and drama combined and I can see why it was instantly loved.

“It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbled streets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fi
Beautiful, gorgeous, lyrical use of language. Read it for the poetry, the light bouncing, sometimes punned play of words and for the darker, sadder moments of people ill at ease with their lives. Be willing to accept that you won't be able to not read some parts of it aloud.

"Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black,bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the combs and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasse
Was confusing at first, but once you know what's going on then you'll start to love it. The play was meant to be a radio event, which means that it was supposed to be read out loud, and is probably the only way to read the book, and the language is so musical, even when the content at times is nonsensical. But this is the beauty of Under Milk Wood; a play about nothing, but at the same time everything. Nonetheless, it is most of all an argument for human innocence, an idyll to be achieved and ar ...more
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