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Dylan Thomas Biography

Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953) was a Welsh poet and writer whose works include the poems "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "And death shall have no dominion"; the 'play for voices' Under Milk Wood; and stories and radio broadcasts such as A Child's Christmas in Wales and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. He became widely popular in his lifetime and remained so after his premature death at the age of 39 in New York City. By then he had acquired a reputation, which he had encouraged, as a "roistering, drunken and doomed poet".

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

Education, Eye, Eyes, Indiscriminately, Liberty, Reading

Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.

Burn, Death, Dying, Gentle, Good Night, Rage

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.

Death, Dominion, Love, Lovers, Sea, Though

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

Break, Breaks, Dominion, Down And, Sun

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.

Needs, Party, Read, Thinking, Tom, True

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

Agatha, Hot, Lying, Reading, Sweet, Sweets

When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

Blood, Die, Eye, Grows, Nature, Sun

A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs.

Alcohol, Bars, Clothes, Drinking, Limbs, Tawdriest

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 tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners.

Beer, Corners, Foam, Salt, Wall, White

I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: —and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake

Heart, Love, Love You, Mean, Right, Touch

This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.

Bud, Eye, Girl, Round, Smoking

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?

Bed, Face, Hands, Sheet, Sorrow

I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret; The code of night tapped on my tongue; What had been one was many sounding minded.

Code, Knowledge, Learning, Learnt, Night, Secret

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 everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

Art, Creativity, Helps, Same, Universe, Writing

Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas

Cloud, Heart, Lying, Thorn, Winning

I have been told to reason by the heart, But heart, like head, leads helplessly; I have been told to reason by the pulse, And, when it quickens, alter the actions' pace

Head, Heart, Helplessly, Pace, Pulse

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

Eighteen, Famous Last Words, Records, Straight, Think, Thinking

If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing and let it go at that.

Cry, Definitions, Laugh, Laughing, Let It Go, Poetry

Seventeen whiskeys. A record, I think.

Record, Records, Think, Thinking, Whiskey, Whiskeys

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

Black, Moonless, Night, Spring

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