Dylan Thomas Quotes

I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "I fellowed sleep."
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The five kings count the dead but do not soften The crusted wound nor stroke the brow; A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven; Hands have no tears to flow.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. The Hand That Signed the Paper Felled a City (l. 13-16). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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An old, mad man still climbing in his ghost, My fathers' ghost is climbing in the rain.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "I fellowed sleep."
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All night in the unmade park After the railings and shrubberies The birds the grass the trees the lake And the wild boys innocent as strawberries Had followed the hunchback To his kennel in the dark.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. The Hunchback in the Park (l. 37-42). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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I would not fear the devil in the loin Nor the outspoken grave.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "If I were tickled by the rub of love."
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The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. The Hunchback in the Park.
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If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side ...
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "If I were tickled by the rub of love."
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Over the water come Children from homes and children's parks Who speak on a finger and thumb, And the masked, headless boy.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Then was my neophyte."
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This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "If I were tickled by the rub of love."
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Time kills me terribly. "Time shall not murder you," He said, "Nor the green nought be hurt; Who could hack out your unsucked heart, O green and unborn and undead?" I saw time murder me.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Then was my neophyte."
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