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. In The White Giant's Thigh 3/30/2010
3. Unluckily For A Death 3/30/2010
4. I Make This In A Warring Absence 3/30/2010
5. How Soon The Servant Sun 3/30/2010
6. If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot 3/30/2010
7. It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell 3/30/2010
8. Why East Wind Chills 3/30/2010
9. Once Below A Time 3/30/2010
10. Find Meat On Bones 3/30/2010
11. When I Woke 3/30/2010
12. This Bread I Break 3/30/2010
13. To Others Than You 3/30/2010
14. The Tombstone Told When She Died 3/30/2010
15. Out Of The Sighs 3/30/2010
16. On The Marriage Of A Virgin 3/30/2010
17. Grief Thief Of Time 3/30/2010
18. Limerick 3/30/2010
19. Into Her Lying Down Head 3/30/2010
20. Then Was My Neophyte 1/3/2003
21. We Lying By Seasand 3/30/2010
22. Over Sir John's Hill 3/30/2010
23. In Country Sleep 3/30/2010
24. Prologue 1/3/2003
25. Should Lanterns Shine 1/3/2003
26. When, Like A Running Grave 1/3/2003
27. Here In This Spring 3/30/2010
28. January 1939 1/3/2003
29. Do You Not Father Me 3/30/2010
30. Vision And Prayer 1/13/2003
31. On No Work Of Words 1/3/2003
32. I Fellowed Sleep 1/3/2003
33. Notes On The Art Of Poetry 3/30/2010
34. From Love's First Fever To Her Plague 1/3/2003
35. Our Eunuch Dreams 1/3/2003
36. To-Day, This Insect 1/3/2003
37. Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month 1/3/2003
38. The Conversation Of Prayer 1/3/2003
39. Incarnate Devil 1/3/2003
40. Ceremony After A Fire Raid 3/30/2010
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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Foster The Light

Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's brain
That shapes each bushy item of the air
Into a polestar pointed on an icicle.

Murmur of spring nor crush the cockerel's eggs,
Nor hammer back a season in the figs,

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