Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

1. Shall Gods Be Said To Thump The Clouds 3/30/2010
2. If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot 3/30/2010
3. Once Below A Time 3/30/2010
4. Out Of The Sighs 3/30/2010
5. Unluckily For A Death 3/30/2010
6. How Soon The Servant Sun 3/30/2010
7. I Make This In A Warring Absence 3/30/2010
8. The Tombstone Told When She Died 3/30/2010
9. Find Meat On Bones 3/30/2010
10. On The Marriage Of A Virgin 3/30/2010
11. It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell 3/30/2010
12. In The White Giant's Thigh 3/30/2010
13. Why East Wind Chills 3/30/2010
14. We Lying By Seasand 3/30/2010
15. In Country Sleep 3/30/2010
16. To Others Than You 3/30/2010
17. This Bread I Break 3/30/2010
18. Notes On The Art Of Poetry 3/30/2010
19. Should Lanterns Shine 1/3/2003
20. Into Her Lying Down Head 3/30/2010
21. Then Was My Neophyte 1/3/2003
22. Over Sir John's Hill 3/30/2010
23. When I Woke 3/30/2010
24. Ceremony After A Fire Raid 3/30/2010
25. Prologue 1/3/2003
26. Our Eunuch Dreams 1/3/2003
27. The Conversation Of Prayer 1/3/2003
28. On No Work Of Words 1/3/2003
29. Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month 1/3/2003
30. From Love's First Fever To Her Plague 1/3/2003
31. Here In This Spring 3/30/2010
32. When, Like A Running Grave 1/3/2003
33. How Shall My Animal 1/3/2003
34. Vision And Prayer 1/13/2003
35. Limerick 3/30/2010
36. Once It Was The Colour Of Saying 1/3/2003
37. Incarnate Devil 1/3/2003
38. Twenty Four Years 1/3/2003
39. The Seed-At-Zero 1/3/2003
40. Now 1/3/2003

Comments about Dylan Thomas

  • 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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Incarnate Devil

Incarnate devil in a talking snake,
The central plains of Asia in his garden,
In shaping-time the circle stung awake,
In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple,
And God walked there who was a fiddling warden
And played down pardon from the heavens' hill.

When we were strangers to the guided seas,
A handmade moon half holy in a cloud,

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