Dylan Thomas

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

Comments about Dylan Thomas

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

    A poetic wonder who passed away too young.

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  • 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

  • Joy umaru (2/19/2018 8:23:00 AM)

    Add a commen my hear is smilin

  • oscar (2/2/2018 1:15:00 PM)

    i love this omg yes

  • psssionata (1/10/2018 10:27:00 AM)

    inspiring. how does one gain such delicate yet cutting edge use of words in one lifetime.

  • tanu yadav ???? (1/3/2018 9:44:00 AM)

    Amazing yr......😮😮😮

  • Vickie Davies (12/24/2017 12:27:00 PM)

    Typo, There won't be there in beg.section of poem.

  • Marianne Callies (12/6/2017 12:48:00 PM)

    If he were living during the Golden Age of Greece. He would have been immortalized with his own statue! Ethereal tease! !

  • Md. Ashik Hossain (12/2/2017 9:47:00 AM)

    he has defined poetry a fundamental creative act by using languages.

  • Samir Roj Samir Roj (9/20/2017 10:59:00 PM)

    How one could imagine in such depth, OMG! He is more than genius! ! One of my best Poet

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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Clown In The Moon

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.

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