Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

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