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“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep, and Other Poems
“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.”
Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
“Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”
Dylan Thomas
“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.”
Dylan Thomas
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
“Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.”
Dylan Thomas
“When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.”
Dylan Thomas
“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: —and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake”
Dylan Thomas
“I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.”
Dylan Thomas
“I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.”
Dylan Thomas
“I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.”
Dylan Thomas
“An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.”
Dylan Thomas
“...Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.”
Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill
“The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.”
Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood
“Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.”
Dylan Thomas
“Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.”
Dylan Thomas
“And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.”
Dylan Thomas, Rebecca's Daughters
“My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.”
Dylan Thomas
“[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.”
Dylan Thomas
“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.”
Dylan Thomas
“And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days...”
Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems
“Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing, at its highest level...A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.”
Dylan Thomas
“Our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.”
Dylan Thomas
“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.”
Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood
“Though lovers be lost love shall not.”
Dylan Thomas
“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”
Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
“I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me.”
Dylan Thomas
“Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
"Poem on His Birthday”
Dylan Thomas
“In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.”
Dylan Thomas
“Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas”
Dylan Thomas

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