Dylan Thomas

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

Dylan Thomas Poems

1. In The White Giant's Thigh 3/30/2010
2. Shall Gods Be Said To Thump The Clouds 3/30/2010
3. Once Below A Time 3/30/2010
4. If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot 3/30/2010
5. Unluckily For A Death 3/30/2010
6. The Tombstone Told When She Died 3/30/2010
7. Find Meat On Bones 3/30/2010
8. It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell 3/30/2010
9. I Make This In A Warring Absence 3/30/2010
10. Why East Wind Chills 3/30/2010
11. To Others Than You 3/30/2010
12. Out Of The Sighs 3/30/2010
13. We Lying By Seasand 3/30/2010
14. How Soon The Servant Sun 3/30/2010
15. Limerick 3/30/2010
16. On The Marriage Of A Virgin 3/30/2010
17. When I Woke 3/30/2010
18. Over Sir John's Hill 3/30/2010
19. Prologue 1/3/2003
20. This Bread I Break 3/30/2010
21. Then Was My Neophyte 1/3/2003
22. In Country Sleep 3/30/2010
23. Should Lanterns Shine 1/3/2003
24. Grief Thief Of Time 3/30/2010
25. Into Her Lying Down Head 3/30/2010
26. Vision And Prayer 1/13/2003
27. The Conversation Of Prayer 1/3/2003
28. To-Day, This Insect 1/3/2003
29. When, Like A Running Grave 1/3/2003
30. Do You Not Father Me 3/30/2010
31. Our Eunuch Dreams 1/3/2003
32. Notes On The Art Of Poetry 3/30/2010
33. Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month 1/3/2003
34. Here In This Spring 3/30/2010
35. January 1939 1/3/2003
36. From Love's First Fever To Her Plague 1/3/2003
37. Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright 1/3/2003
38. The Seed-At-Zero 1/3/2003
39. Twenty Four Years 1/3/2003
40. How Shall My Animal 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

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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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