Dylan Thomas

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

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  • Anne of green gables (11/28/2018 10:19:00 AM)

    All the poems that are good don't make senes but the bad ones make senes.

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  • Allana (11/5/2018 6:51:00 PM)

    All of his poems can have many different meanings, and it is cool to think that everyone could have a different perspective on what his poems are like.

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  • Adeel (10/6/2018 1:01:00 PM)

    I am a young man and this poem makes me think differently of the future

  • fluffy animations: 3 (YT) (9/12/2018 9:06:00 PM)

    I really love Dylan Thomas's poems and am currently doing a project on him!

  • Tim kozak (8/28/2018 10:10:00 PM)

    I have been looking and reading this poem for a number of years. I am now 74 and am aware of mortality. We are probably the only species that are aware of our own demise. At least for me it is a difficult realization to absorb. Dylan’s poem seem to me to express the frustration of that reality. We behave, love go through life as if its forever. So it ain’t.

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  • Dylan Thomas (5/6/2018 3:48:00 PM)

    FUNNY..I make poems to.

  • Michael Cooper (4/15/2018 3:33:00 AM)

    A poetic wonder who passed away too young.

  • Vivi Kahei (4/8/2018 7:20:00 AM)

    yo screw this poem i had to spend 2 months reviewing it for a class i didn't even want to take

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

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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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