Dylan Thomas Quotes

Who then is she, She holding me? The people's sea drives on her, Drives out the father from the caesared camp; The dens of shape Shape all her whelps with the long voice of water, That she I have, The country-handed grave boxed into love....
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "A grief ago."
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And you shall wake, from country sleep, this dawn and each first dawn, Your faith as deathless as the outcry of the ruled sun.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "In country sleep."
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though I loved them for their faults As much as for their good, My friends were enemies on stilts With their heads in a cunning cloud.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "To Others than You."
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Never be lucid, never state, If you would be regarded great, The simplest thought or sentiment (For thought, we know, is decadent).
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. (Written 1933). "A Letter to My Aunt Discussing the Correct Approach to Modern Poetry," The Poems, ed. Daniel Jones (1971).
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But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. In My Craft or Sullen Art (l. 17-20). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun, With my red veins full of money, In the final direction of the elementary town I advance for as long as forever is.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Twenty-four Years (l. 6-9). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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All all and all the dry worlds couple, Ghost with her ghost, contagious man With the womb of his shapeless people.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "All all and all the dry worlds lever."
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In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms,
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. In My Craft or Sullen Art (l. 1-5). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.
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To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Under Milk Wood (1954).
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How now my flesh, my naked fellow, Dug of the sea, the glanded morrow, Worm in the scalp, the staked and fallow.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "All all and all the dry worlds lever."
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