47 ordspråk av Dylan Thomas

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Dylan Thomas föddes den October 27th 1914 och dog den 9 November 1953
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 ... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.

 A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities.

 A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities.

 A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities.

 A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs

 A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs

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

 And death shall have no dominion

 And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

 And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!

 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

 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.

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.

 Do not go gentle into that good night.

 Do not go gentle into that good night.

 Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.


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