Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

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

Incarnate devil in a talking snake,
The central plains of Asia in his garden,
In shaping-time the circle stung awake,
In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple,
And God walked there who was a fiddling warden
And played down pardon from the heavens' hill.

When we were strangers to the guided seas,
A handmade moon half holy in a cloud,

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