Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

41. My World Is Pyramid 1/3/2003
42. O Make Me A Mask 1/13/2003
43. Twenty Four Years 1/3/2003
44. How Shall My Animal 1/3/2003
45. To-Day, This Insect 1/3/2003
46. Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed 1/3/2003
47. Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright 1/3/2003
48. The Seed-At-Zero 1/3/2003
49. My Hero Bares His Nerves 1/3/2003
50. A Saint About To Fall 3/30/2010
51. Where Once The Waters Of Your Face 1/3/2003
52. When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer 1/3/2003
53. When All My Five And Country Senses See 1/3/2003
54. I Fellowed Sleep 1/3/2003
55. I, In My Intricate Image 1/3/2003
56. Foster The Light 1/3/2003
57. Holy Spring 1/3/2003
58. Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles 3/30/2010
59. I Have Longed To Move Away 1/3/2003
60. The Hand That Signed The Paper 1/3/2003
61. I See The Boys Of Summer 1/3/2003
62. There Was A Saviour 1/3/2003
63. Do You Not Father Me 3/30/2010
64. I Dreamed My Genesis 1/3/2003
65. Was There A Time 1/3/2003
66. This Side Of The Truth 1/3/2003
67. A Grief Ago 3/30/2010
68. On A Wedding Anniversary 1/3/2003
69. Poem In October 1/3/2003
70. Being But Men 4/27/2011
71. In The Beginning 1/3/2003
72. If I Were Tickled By The Rub Of Love 1/3/2003
73. All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave 1/3/2003
74. The Hunchback In The Park 11/12/2005
75. Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines 1/3/2003
76. Lament 1/3/2003
77. Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait 1/3/2003
78. Ears In The Turrets Hear 1/3/2003
79. A Winter's Tale 3/30/2010
80. Poem On His Birthday 1/3/2003

Comments about Dylan Thomas

  • 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.

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  • 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.

  • Tony Walton (8/27/2012 2:13:00 PM)

    The greatest poet of the 20th Century. 'Fern Hill' is my personal favourite.
    Please read my biographical poem 'Portrait of Dylan'.
    If you can, visit Laugharne for yourself.

  • Denis Prosser (2/4/2012 2:15:00 PM)

    You need to hear this poet read his and other poets work. Its really beautiful - music to your ears

  • Sylva Portoian Sylva Portoian (2/26/2010 2:43:00 PM)

    Please, let us respect this site and remove E-mails,
    This is not a place to find love,
    There are many places elsewhere!

  • ari anna arena (1/17/2007 9:24:00 PM)

    Dear Dylan,

    You are remembered of unremebered skies &petals from this magic rose.'

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/30/2006 8:55:00 AM)

    Dylan Thomas probably the greatest poet from Wales and a true Welsh pride.

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

Clown In The Moon

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.

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