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


I see the boys of summer in their ruin
Lay the gold tithings barren,
Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;
Theire in their heat the winter floods
Of frozen loves they fetch their girls,
And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.

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