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
Families, like countries, take their prophets unkindly, but a verse-speaker in the house is dishonor to be hooted.
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.
I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.
Chastity prays for me, piety sings, Innocence sweetens my last black breath, Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
Let the dry eyes perceive Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.
In the beginning was the word, the word That from the solid bases of the light Abstracted all the letters of the void....