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