"All world was one, one windy nothing, My world was christened in a stream of milk."
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Dylan Thomas quotes (page 6 of 7)
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"And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. - I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the the vine of days."
"Poetry is what makes my toenails twinkle."
"[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet."
"Hands have not tears to flow."
"These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn' fool if they weren't."
"A truly comic, invented world must live at the same time as the world we live in."
"And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days."
"Rage, rage against the dying light"
"A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder."
"Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday"
"Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea."
"This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy."
"In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art."
"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."
"I sang in my chains like the sea"
"There is only one po- sition for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright."
"I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record."
"Families, like countries, take their prophets unkindly, but a verse-speaker in the house is dishonor to be hooted."
"Let the dry eyes perceive Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve."