Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas
Dylan Marlais Thomaswas a Welsh poet and writer whose works include the poems "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "And death shall have no dominion"; the 'play for voices' Under Milk Wood; and stories and radio broadcasts such as A Child's Christmas in Wales and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. He became widely popular in his lifetime and remained so after his premature death at the age of 39 in New York City. By...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 October 1914
CitySwansea, Wales
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bend by the same wintry fever.
Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?
It is the measure of my individual struggle from darkness toward some measure of light.
... Rebel against the flesh and bone, The word of the blood, the wily skin, And the maggot no man can slay.
Out of the sighs a little comes, But not of grief, for I have knocked down that Before the agony; the spirit grows, Forgets, and cries; A little comes, is tasted and found good....
Wales is the land of my fathers. And my fathers can have it.
We were just annoyed at being kicked off Main Street.
the land of my fathers . . . . I leave it to my fathers.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick... You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. 'Somebody's boring me,' he said, 'I think it's me.'
A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.