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