Dylan Thomas Quotes

When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines (l. 27-30). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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Why silk is soft and the stone wounds The child shall question all his days, Why night-time rain and the breast's blood Both quench his thirst he'll have a black reply.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Why east wind chills."
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For we saw him throw to the swift flood A girl alive with his hooks through her lips....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Ballad of the Long-legged Bait."
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Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides;
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines (l. 1-3). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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I know No answer to the children's cry Of echo's answer and the man of frost And ghostly comets over the raised fists.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Why east wind chills."
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Good-bye, good luck, struck the sun and the moon, To the fisherman lost on the land. He stands alone at the door of his home, With his long-legged heart in his hand.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Ballad of the Long-legged Bait."
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And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last I may without fail Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Love in the Asylum."
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Time is bearing another son. Kill Time! She turns in her pain! The oak is felled in the acorn And the hawk in the egg kills the wren.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Ballad of the Long-legged Bait."
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A stranger has come To share my room in the house not right in the head, A girl mad as birds....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Love in the Asylum."
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Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Because the pleasure-bird whistles."
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