The force that through the green fuse drives the flower drives my green age. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Drives my green age that blasts the roots of trees is my… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers.… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeer. But there were cats. Patient, cold and callous, our… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower" The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“Thousands of miles,' I said. It's Rhosilli, USA. We're going to camp on a bit of rock that wobbles in the winds.” — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Do not go gentle into that goodnight, rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow.… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I know in London a Welsh hairdresser who has striven so vehemently to abolish his accent that he sounds like a man speaking with… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
