Quotes by Dylan Thomas

“And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be oneWith the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”

“And death shall have no dominion”

“Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. Somebodys boring me, he said, I think its me.”

“My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.”

“Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, TIme held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.”

Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

I know were not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we dont know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we dont care that we dont.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

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.

An alcoholic is someone you dont like, who drinks as much as you do.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyones knowledge of himself and the world around him.

Time held me green and dyingThough I sang in my chains like the sea.

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... Id much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.

And death shall have no dominion.Under the windings of the seaThey lying long shall not die windily;Twisting on racks when sinews give way,Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;Faith in their hands shall snap in two,And the unicorn evils run them through;Split all ends up they shant crack;And death shall have no dominion.

[Im]a freak user of words, not a poet.

I sang in my chains like the sea

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are written for the love of man and in Praise of God, and Id be a damn fool if they werent.

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

On No Work of WordsOn no work of words now for three lean months in the bloodyBelly of the rich year and the big purse of my bodyI bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:To take to give is all, return what is hungrily givenPuffing the pounds of manna up through the dew to heaven,The lovely gift of the gab bangs back on a blind shaft.To lift to leave from the treasures of man is pleasing deathThat will rake at last all currencies of the marked breathAnd count the taken, forsaken mysteries in a bad dark.To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice.Ancient woods of my blood, dash down to the nut of the seasIf I take to burn or return this world which is each mans work.