Poems List

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 [1952]

Families, like countries, take their prophets unkindly, but a verse-speaker in the house is dishonor to be hooted.

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother Of sunlight And the legend of the green chapels.

Poem in October [1946]

Gwilym was a tall young man aged nearly twenty, with a thin stick of a body and spade-shaped face. You could dig the garden with him.
He was himself a homeless bachelor with a past, much in debt, and nothing gave more pleasure than to envy his friends their wives and comforts and to speak of them intimately and disparagingly.

I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

A Child’s Christmas in Wales (1954)

I do not remember—that is the point—the first impulse that pumped and shoved most of the earlier poems along, and they are still too near me, with their vehement beat-pounding black and green rhythms like those of a very young policeman exploding, for me to see the written evidence of it.
I just drank eighteen whiskies. That must be a record.
I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the \yet-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 read somewhere of a shepherd who, whenasked why he made, from within fairy rings, ritual observances to the moon to protect his flocks, replied: I’d be a damn fool if I didn’t!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.

The New Yale Book of Quotations

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