Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

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


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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