Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

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

Comments about Dylan Thomas

  • 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! !

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  • 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

  • Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken (9/17/2017 1:37:00 PM)

    Dylan Thomas a genius poet in every sense
    I'm a true fan of his work
    Mario Odekerken

  • Sylva-onyema Uba Sylva-onyema Uba (2/8/2017 8:48:00 AM)

    They shall have stars... Nice piece! Sylva.

  • Walterrean Salley (11/29/2016 5:39:00 PM)

    Beyond me. Much of this poet's works are too difficult for my poor mind to comprehend.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/18/2016 9:04:00 AM)

    '' 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. ''

    'Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night' (1952)

    what an ingenious use of words and imagery!

  • Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys (4/22/2015 2:07:00 PM)

    Dylan is a universal poet, his poetry is known in many different countries, and I think this would please his soul, as he certainly wasn't recognized in his own country in his lifetime. America discovered him. I've written a poem to him on his 100 birthday. I'll enter it on poem-hunter another day. His voice outshines anyone I've ever heard, his readings were apparantly magical, Richard Burton does well, but can't match Dylan's own voice, so do try and listen to him - you won't be sorry. Panmelys

  • Angela Cripps (5/21/2014 6:12:00 PM)

    I would have to be a genius like Dylan to express how wonderful his poetry is to the soul.
    Angela Cripps.x

  • Sabrina Sykes (9/26/2013 5:53:00 AM)

    My favourite poet. Lament is currently my favourite but also love 'The Force That Through The ~Green Fuse Drives the Flower'. Even better ready by Richard Burton.

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.

Grave...

Read the full of Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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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