Dylan Thomas Quotes

When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in her gear is slowly through the house, Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse, Hauled to the dome....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "When, like a running grave."
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I, a spinning man, Glory also this star, bird Roared, sea born, man torn, blood blest.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Author's Prologue."
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Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal, Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts, Whatsoever I did in the coal- Black night, I left my quivering prints.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Lament."
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Joy is the knock of dust, Cadaver's shoot Of bud of Adam through his boxy shift....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "When, like a running grave."
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My ark sings in the sun At God speeded summer's end And the flood flowers now.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Author's Prologue."
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When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women) ...
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Lament."
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All, men my madmen, the unwholesome wind With whistler's cough contages, time on track Shapes in a cinder death; love for his trick, Happy Cadaver's hunger as you take The kissproof world.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "When, like a running grave."
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At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds)....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Author's Prologue."
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Chastity prays for me, piety sings, Innocence sweetens my last black breath, Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Lament."
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Some dead undid their bushy jaws, And bags of blood let out their flies; He had by heart the Christ-cross-row of death. Sleep navigates the tides of time; The dry Sargasso of the tomb Gives up its dead to such a working sea....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "When once the twilight locks no longer."
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