Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

1. Once Below A Time 3/30/2010
2. In The White Giant's Thigh 3/30/2010
3. If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot 3/30/2010
4. The Tombstone Told When She Died 3/30/2010
5. I Make This In A Warring Absence 3/30/2010
6. Shall Gods Be Said To Thump The Clouds 3/30/2010
7. Unluckily For A Death 3/30/2010
8. On The Marriage Of A Virgin 3/30/2010
9. Find Meat On Bones 3/30/2010
10. It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell 3/30/2010
11. Out Of The Sighs 3/30/2010
12. How Soon The Servant Sun 3/30/2010
13. We Lying By Seasand 3/30/2010
14. Grief Thief Of Time 3/30/2010
15. Why East Wind Chills 3/30/2010
16. To Others Than You 3/30/2010
17. Into Her Lying Down Head 3/30/2010
18. In Country Sleep 3/30/2010
19. When I Woke 3/30/2010
20. Limerick 3/30/2010
21. Notes On The Art Of Poetry 3/30/2010
22. Over Sir John's Hill 3/30/2010
23. Then Was My Neophyte 1/3/2003
24. This Bread I Break 3/30/2010
25. Ceremony After A Fire Raid 3/30/2010
26. Our Eunuch Dreams 1/3/2003
27. Should Lanterns Shine 1/3/2003
28. Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month 1/3/2003
29. Here In This Spring 3/30/2010
30. Prologue 1/3/2003
31. The Conversation Of Prayer 1/3/2003
32. January 1939 1/3/2003
33. When, Like A Running Grave 1/3/2003
34. On No Work Of Words 1/3/2003
35. Once It Was The Colour Of Saying 1/3/2003
36. How Shall My Animal 1/3/2003
37. From Love's First Fever To Her Plague 1/3/2003
38. Incarnate Devil 1/3/2003
39. Vision And Prayer 1/13/2003
40. Now 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.


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

Before I Knocked

Before I knocked and flesh let enter,
With liquid hands tapped on the womb,
I who was as shapeless as the water
That shaped the Jordan near my home
Was brother to Mnetha's daughter
And sister to the fathering worm.

I who was deaf to spring and summer,
Who knew not sun nor moon by name,

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