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