This bread I break was once the oat, Dylan Thomas More Quotes by Dylan Thomas More Quotes From Dylan Thomas Somebody's boring me. I think it's me. Dylan Thomas readingbookthinking Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over. Dylan Thomas love-ismenthinking My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name. Dylan Thomas namesbirdwater Though lovers be lost love shall not. Dylan Thomas heartbrokenbroken-heartlove The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in. Dylan Thomas thundergapspoetry And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you. Dylan Thomas gentlemanmanners I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they’ve ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn’t know, because I won’t ever dare ask that question. Dylan Thomas new-yorkdreambelieve I like to think of poetry as statements made on the way to the grave. Dylan Thomas madewaythinking Come on up, boys -I'm dead. Dylan Thomas boys Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets. Dylan Thomas readingsweetlying ... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world. Dylan Thomas lovelysealong It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea. Dylan Thomas siblingchristmasbrother I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream. Dylan Thomas dreambeautifulthinking Man’s wants remain unsatisfied till death. Then, when his soul is naked, is he one With the man in the wind, and the west moon, With the harmonious thunder of the sun Dylan Thomas moonwindmen Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words. Dylan Thomas fireheartwinter My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out. Dylan Thomas eyereadingeducation It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. Dylan Thomas seaspringnight Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity. Dylan Thomas upsetvanityordinary The closer I move Dylan Thomas seamenmoving 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. Dylan Thomas let-it-godefinitionslaughing
