Dylan Thomas

But time has set its maggot on their track.

— Dylan Thomas

After the first death, there is no other.

— Dylan Thomas

Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?

— Dylan Thomas

I sang in my chains like the sea

— Dylan Thomas

“Make gentle the life of this world.”

— Dylan Thomas

Come on up, boys -I'm dead.

— Dylan Thomas

“Man be my metaphor’,”

— Dylan Thomas

Love is the only weapon we need.

— Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.

— Dylan Thomas

These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.

— Dylan Thomas

Symbols are selected from theyears' Slow rounding of four seasons' coasts…

— Dylan Thomas

“I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me.”

— Dylan Thomas

Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.

— Dylan Thomas

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

“Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.”

— Dylan Thomas

Chastity prays for me, piety sings, Innocence sweetens my last black breath, Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the…

— Dylan Thomas

Man’s wants remain unsatisfied till death. Then, when his soul is naked, is he one With the man in the wind, and…

— Dylan Thomas

“There shall be corals in your beds, There shall be serpents in your tides, Till all our sea-faiths die.”

— Dylan Thomas

I know in London a Welsh hairdresser who has striven so vehemently to abolish his accent that he sounds like a man…

— Dylan Thomas

“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts…

— Dylan Thomas

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not…

— Dylan Thomas

It is not their love for men but the impotence of their love for men which hinders the Christians of today from…

— Dylan Thomas

When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments…

— Dylan Thomas

“Never and never, my girl riding far and near In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep, Fear or believe…

— Dylan Thomas

“And I rose In a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days High tide and the heron dived…

— Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my…

— Dylan Thomas

If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails…

— Dylan Thomas

Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,'…

— Dylan Thomas

Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast…

— Dylan Thomas

Every device there is in language is there to be used, if you will. Poets have got to enjoy themselves sometimes, and…

— Dylan Thomas

Reading one's own poems aloud is letting the cat out of the bag. You may have always suspected bits of a poem…

— Dylan Thomas

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the…

— Dylan Thomas

“On No Work of Words On no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody Belly of the rich…

— Dylan Thomas

“Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing…

— Dylan Thomas

Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our…

— Dylan Thomas

I make one image—though 'make' is not the right word; I let, perhaps, an image be 'made' emotionally in me and then…

— Dylan Thomas

Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend,…

— Dylan Thomas

Poetry is what makes my toenails twinkle.

— Dylan Thomas

Love is the last light spoken.

— Dylan Thomas