Selected Writings

by Dylan Thomas

This is a compilation of works written by Aquinas. The book is edited by Ralph McInerny (Notre Dame) and contains all the important works of Aquinas. For instance, some of the works (or parts of works) included On Being and Essence, Theology, Faith, and Reason. On Boethius, The Meanings of Truth, On Creation, On Human Choice, On Law and Natural Law, The Virtues, The Logic of the Incarnation, Exposition of Paul's Epistle to Philemon, and much, much more. Moreover, McInerny includes a nice introduction that discusses Aquinas's life, works, and the impact of Thomism through the centuries. There is also a Chronology that includes important dates and events. This book is 841 pages.

Genres: Poetry

139 pages, Hardcover

Published January 1, 1946

About the author

Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953) was a Welsh poet who wrote in English. Many regard him as one of the 20th century's most influential poets.

In addition to poetry, Thomas wrote short stories and scripts for film and radio, with the latter frequently performed by Thomas himself. His public readings, particularly in America, won him great acclaim; his booming, at times, ostentatious voice, with a subtle Welsh lilt, became almost as famous as his works. His best-known work includes the "play for voices" Under Milk Wood and the celebrated villanelle for his dying father, "Do not go gentle into that good night." Appreciative critics have also noted the superb craftsmanship and compression of poems such as "In my craft or sullen art" and the rhapsodic lyricism of Fern Hill.

Reviews

[Halliday · Rating 5 out of 5]

This was my mom's book. This copy is heavily mildewed because I used to sleep outside in the yard surrounded by books, and wake up covered with dew with them still open around me. At some point in my teens I wrote a complicated progish guitar accompaniment to "And Death Shall Have No Dominion." Later Cacoffiny, an art band I was in, performed "The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower" as a speedcore song.

Ha! guess what! Leafing through this, feeling the soft decayed pages, what fell out but my adolescent notation for the above-mentioned song. Wow! I actually wrote "ritardando" at the end!
"No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion."

I can't have been more than 13 when I composed this. Freaky. Now I'll have to record it. Singers hit me up.