DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
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.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no...
The first poem I ever ready by DT was "Fern Hill," which I read in high school. I was immediately hooked, got his collected poems, and listened for hours to the Caedmon recordings of his poem recitations, with his "cut-glass voice," as he described it. Magical. Would he have...
...that this community has only one member! Bless you LysKitsune.
My life changed after reading Under Milkwood years ago. I had recenlty had the opportunity to visit his home county in west Wales, UK, where I believe I had recieved some insight as to why this man was one...
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.
And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to...
I've alwas appreciated the works of this great man, even if he's from up north... sigh... Oh well, can't hold it against a genius of literature; there are plenty of great american authors as well. Anway, I've always loved Dylan Thomas' poetry, and oddly enough, wasn't...