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