And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Love in the Asylum.")

Good-bye, good luck, struck the sun and the moon,
To the fisherman lost on the land.
He stands alone at the door of his home,
With his long-legged heart in his hand.

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Ballad of the Long-legged Bait.")

Out of the sighs a little comes,
But not of grief, for I have knocked down that
Before the agony; the spirit grows,
Forgets, and cries;
A little comes, is tasted and found good....

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Out of the sighs.")

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 (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night (l. 1-3). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.)

A fig for
The seal of fire,
Death hairy-heeled, and the tapped ghost in wood,
We make me mystic as the arm of air,
The two-a-vein, the foreskin, and the cloud.

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Now.")

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.

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "O make me a mask.")

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 (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night (l. 16-19). . . The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Directions.)

Up through the lubber crust of Wales
I rocketed to astonish
The flashing needle rock of squatters,
The criers of Shabby and Shorten,
The famous stitch droppers.

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Once below a time.")

Beyond this island bound
By a thin sea of flesh
And a bone coast ...

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Ears in the turrets hear.")

O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies
Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws
Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face....

(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "O make me a mask.")