Your breath was shed Invisible to make About the soiled undead Night for my sake, A raining trail Intangible to them With biter's tooth and tail And cobweb drum, A dark as deep My love as a round wave To hide the wolves of sleep And mask the grave.
Your breath was shed
About the poet
Dylan Thomas
Dylan Marlais Thomas was born on October 27, 1914, in Swansea, South Wales. His father was an English Literature professor at the local grammar school and would often recite Shakespeare, fortifying Thomas's love for the rhythmic ballads of Gerard Manley Hopki…
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Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
And death shall have no dominion
And death shall have no dominion.Dead men naked they shall be one
In my craft or sullen art
In my craft or sullen artExercised in the still night
Light breaks where no sun shines
Light breaks where no sun shines;Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
