Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast… — 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… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
The closer I move To death, one man through his sundered hulks, The louder the sun blooms And the tusked, ramshackling sea… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides. — 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
