Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

(10/27/1914 - 10/9/1953)
A process in the weather of the heart All All and All the Dry Worlds Lever
Among Those Killed in the Dawn Raid was a Man Aged a Hundred And Death Shall Have No Dominion
Before I Knocked Child's Christmas in Wales
Clown in the Moon Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Ears in the Turrets Hear Elegy
Especially when the October Wind Fern Hill
From Love's First Fever to Her Plague Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes in the Cuckoo's Mouth
Holy Spring I Fellowed Sleep
I See the Boys of Summer If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love
In My Craft or Sullen Art In the Beginning
Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines
Love in the Asylum My Hero Bares His Nerves
Not from this Anger Now
On a Wedding Anniversary On No Work of Words
Once it was in the Colour of Saying Our Eunuch Dreams
Should Lanterns Shine Sometimes the Sky's Too Bright
The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower The Hand that Signed the Paper Felled a City
Then was my Neophyte Was there a Time
When once the twilight locks no longer When, Like a Running Grave
Where Once the Waters of your Face