Dylan Thomas Quotes

Burning in the bride bed of love, in the whirl- Pool at the wanting centre, in the folds Of paradise, in the spun bud of the world.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "A Winter's Tale."
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When the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed."
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When the galactic sea was sucked And all the dry seabed unlocked, I sent my creature scouting on the globe, That globe itself of hair and bone....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "When once the twilight locks no longer."
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Listen. The minstrels sing In the departed villages. The nightingale, Dust in the buried wood, flies on the grains of her wings And spells on the winds of the dead his winter's tale.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "A Winter's Tale."
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Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed."
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Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its eye....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Where once the waters of your face."
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Look. And the dancers move On the departed, snow bushed green, wanton in moon light As a dust of pigeons. Exulting, the grave hooved Horses, centaur dead, turn and tread the drenched white Paddocks in the farms of birds. The dead oak walks for love.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "A Winter's Tale."
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A candle in the thighs Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines (l. 7-8). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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Dry as a tomb, your coloured lids Shall not be latched while magic glides Sage on the earth and sky; There shall be corals in your beds, There shall be serpents in your tides, Till all our sea-faiths die.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Where once the waters of your face."
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The long, laid minute's bride drifts on Old in her cruel bed.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Ballad of the Long-legged Bait."
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