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

Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's brain
That shapes each bushy item of the air
Into a polestar pointed on an icicle.

Murmur of spring nor crush the cockerel's eggs,
Nor hammer back a season in the figs,

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