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