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