Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

Dylan Thomas Poems

1. Shall Gods Be Said To Thump The Clouds 3/30/2010
2. In The White Giant's Thigh 3/30/2010
3. Once Below A Time 3/30/2010
4. Find Meat On Bones 3/30/2010
5. If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot 3/30/2010
6. The Tombstone Told When She Died 3/30/2010
7. Unluckily For A Death 3/30/2010
8. It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell 3/30/2010
9. Out Of The Sighs 3/30/2010
10. I Make This In A Warring Absence 3/30/2010
11. To Others Than You 3/30/2010
12. How Soon The Servant Sun 3/30/2010
13. On The Marriage Of A Virgin 3/30/2010
14. In Country Sleep 3/30/2010
15. We Lying By Seasand 3/30/2010
16. Grief Thief Of Time 3/30/2010
17. Why East Wind Chills 3/30/2010
18. When I Woke 3/30/2010
19. This Bread I Break 3/30/2010
20. Then Was My Neophyte 1/3/2003
21. Notes On The Art Of Poetry 3/30/2010
22. Over Sir John's Hill 3/30/2010
23. Here In This Spring 3/30/2010
24. Prologue 1/3/2003
25. Should Lanterns Shine 1/3/2003
26. Into Her Lying Down Head 3/30/2010
27. Limerick 3/30/2010
28. Our Eunuch Dreams 1/3/2003
29. The Conversation Of Prayer 1/3/2003
30. Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month 1/3/2003
31. Vision And Prayer 1/13/2003
32. The Seed-At-Zero 1/3/2003
33. Ceremony After A Fire Raid 3/30/2010
34. I Fellowed Sleep 1/3/2003
35. From Love's First Fever To Her Plague 1/3/2003
36. On No Work Of Words 1/3/2003
37. Do You Not Father Me 3/30/2010
38. To-Day, This Insect 1/3/2003
39. January 1939 1/3/2003
40. When, Like A Running Grave 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Dylan Thomas

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.


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I See The Boys Of Summer


I see the boys of summer in their ruin
Lay the gold tithings barren,
Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;
Theire in their heat the winter floods
Of frozen loves they fetch their girls,
And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.

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