I like to think of poetry as statements made on the way to the grave. Dylan Thomas More Quotes by Dylan Thomas More Quotes From Dylan Thomas I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept. Dylan Thomas holy darkness sleep Poetry is the rhythmic, inevitably narrative, movement from an overclothed blindness to a naked vision that depends in its intensity on the strength of the labour put into the creation of the poetry. Dylan Thomas naked vision movement Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great. Dylan Thomas states ifs would-be After the first death, there is no other. Dylan Thomas life death firsts The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs. Dylan Thomas sea lying sex Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea. Dylan Thomas eye dream sleep Do not go gentle into that good night. Dylan Thomas goodnight tattoo good-night Out of the sighs a little comes, Dylan Thomas agony grief life A good poem is a contribution to reality. Dylan Thomas contribution reality The best poem is that whose worked-upon unmagical passages come closest, in texture and intensity, to those moments of magical accident. Dylan Thomas texture intensity moments Reading one's own poems aloud is letting the cat out of the bag. You may have always suspected bits of a poem to be overweighted, overviolent, or daft, and then, suddenly, with the poet's tongue around them, your suspicion is made certain. Dylan Thomas bags cat reading And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why. Dylan Thomas wasps book I make one image—though 'make' is not the right word; I let, perhaps, an image be 'made' emotionally in me and then apply to it what intellectual & critical forces I possess—let it breed another, let that image contradict the first, make, of the third image bred out of the other two together, a fourth contradictory image, and let them all, within my imposed formal limits, conflict. Dylan Thomas intellectual together two What I like to do is treat words as a craftsman does his wood or stone or what-have-you, to hew, carve, mold, coil, polish, and plane them into patterns, sequences, sculptures, fugues of sound expressing some lyrical impulse, some spiritual doubt or conviction, some dimly realized truth I must try to reach and realize. Dylan Thomas spiritual doubt trying 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? Dylan Thomas bed sorrow hands These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade. Dylan Thomas breathe dream men To begin, at the beginning. 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 running lying hands It is the measure of my individual struggle from darkness toward some measure of light. Dylan Thomas light struggle life I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret; Dylan Thomas learning night knowledge
