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 and significance of the universe helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

— Dylan Thomas

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.

— Dylan Thomas

An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.

— Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They 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 shan't crack;And death shall have no dominion.

— Dylan Thomas

And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Brother, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?

— Dylan Thomas

Come on up, boys-I'm dead.

— Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night.

— Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

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.

— Dylan Thomas

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.

— Dylan Thomas