Dylan Thomas Quotes

Here love's damp muscle dries and dies, Here break a kiss in no love's quarry.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "I see the boys of summer."
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My one and noble heart has witnesses In all love's countries, that will watch awake; And when blind sleep falls on the spying senses, The heart is sensual, though five eyes break.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. When All My Five and Country Senses See (l. 11-14). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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mourn The majesty and burning of the child's death. I shall not murder The mankind of her going with a grave truth Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London (l. 12-16). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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Grief with drenched book and candle christens the cherub time....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "It is the sinner's dust-tongued bell."
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No Time, spoke the clocks, no God, rang the bells, I drew the white sheet over the islands And the coins on my eyelids sang like shells.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "When I Woke."
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A saint about to fall, The stained flats of heaven hit and razed To the kissed kite hems of his shawl....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "A saint about to fall."
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Nutmeg, civet, and sea-parsley serve the plagued groom and bride Who have brought forth the urchin grief.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "It is the sinner's dust-tongued bell."
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When I woke, the town spoke. Birds and clocks and cross bells Dinned aside the coiling crowd, The reptile profligates in a flame, Spoilers and pokers of sleep....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "When I Woke."
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Cry joy that this witchlike midwife second Bullies into rough seas you so gentle And makes with a flick of the thumb and sun A thundering bullring of your silent and girl-circled island.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "A saint about to fall."
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It is the sinner's dust-tongued bell claps me to churches When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulphur priest, His beast heel cleft in a sandal....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "It is the sinner's dust-tongued bell."
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