Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

Dylan Thomas Poems

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