Dylan Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)
Comments about Dylan Thomas
Foster the Light
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's brain
That shapes each bushy item of the air
Into a polestar pointed on an icicle.
Murmur of spring nor crush the cockerel's eggs,
Nor hammer back a season in the figs,

The greatest poet of the 20th Century. 'Fern Hill' is my personal favourite.
Please read my biographical poem 'Portrait of Dylan'.
If you can, visit Laugharne for yourself.
You need to hear this poet read his and other poets work. Its really beautiful - music to your ears
Please, let us respect this site and remove E-mails,
This is not a place to find love,
There are many places elsewhere!
Dear Dylan,
You are remembered of unremebered skies &petals from this magic rose.'
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Dylan Thomas probably the greatest poet from Wales and a true Welsh pride.
Ummm.... Hi. I don't know about this guy. He seems kind of weird.
Ummm.... Hi. I don't know about this guy. He seems kind of weird.