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

Before I knocked and flesh let enter,
With liquid hands tapped on the womb,
I who was as shapeless as the water
That shaped the Jordan near my home
Was brother to Mnetha's daughter
And sister to the fathering worm.

I who was deaf to spring and summer,
Who knew not sun nor moon by name,

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