Quotes by Dylan Thomas
Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.
The function of posterity is to look after itself.
When the morning was waking over the war He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died....
The old forget the grief, Hack of the cough, the hanging albatross, Cast back the bone of youth....
On almost the incendiary eve Of deaths and entrances ...
Who blows death's feather? What glory is colour? I blow the stammel feather in the vein....
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.
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away,...
The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,...
But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.
Being innocent, he dreaded that he died Hating his God, but what he was was plain: An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning.
He holds the wire from this box of nerves Praising the moral error...
I died before bedtime came But my womb was bellowing...
Some dead undid their bushy jaws, And bags of blood let out their flies;...
Neither by night's ancient fear, The parting of hat from hair,...
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray....
Let the soil squeal I am the biting man And the velvet dead inch out.
And these poor nerves so wired to the skull Ache on the lovelorn paper....
All, men my madmen, the unwholesome wind With whistler's cough contages, time on track...
"... Rebel against the flesh and bone, The word of the blood, the wily skin, And the maggot no man can slay."
My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen Twice in the feeding sea, grown...
I have heard many years of telling, And many years should see some change....
The tombstone told when she died. Her two surnames stopped me still. A virgin married at rest.
