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