Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

81. The Hunchback In The Park 11/12/2005
82. The Seed-At-Zero 1/3/2003
83. The Tombstone Told When She Died 3/30/2010
84. Then Was My Neophyte 1/3/2003
85. There Was A Saviour 1/3/2003
86. This Bread I Break 3/30/2010
87. This Side Of The Truth 1/3/2003
88. To Others Than You 3/30/2010
89. To-Day, This Insect 1/3/2003
90. Twenty Four Years 1/3/2003
91. Unluckily For A Death 3/30/2010
92. Vision And Prayer 1/13/2003
93. Was There A Time 1/3/2003
94. We Lying By Seasand 3/30/2010
95. When All My Five And Country Senses See 1/3/2003
96. When I Woke 3/30/2010
97. When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer 1/3/2003
98. When, Like A Running Grave 1/3/2003
99. Where Once The Waters Of Your Face 1/3/2003
100. Why East Wind Chills 3/30/2010
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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