Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

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

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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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