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

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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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