Author of quotes: Dylan Thomas

Don't follow peacefully into the distance, where there is no light,
Let the anger to age his end.
A riot, a riot, when the light weakens.
Though wise men know that the darkness - the answer
In the light of all, you do not have sage
To meekly go where there is no light.
And the righteous could keep his vow
To do good as a solar crown
Crying evil, when the light weakens.
Savage, a free man, a poet,
Great singer, ray Fisher,
Will not shuffle off to a place where there is no light.
Seeing death a swarm of comets
Through the blindness of all former years, a blind man
Rebels, if fading light.
You're not on a slope - on top of years.
Meet the wrath of death, I beg of you, father.
Don't follow peacefully into the distance, where there is no light.
A riot, a riot, when the light weakens.
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.

Under the sky of my thirtieth year
Awakened to the sounds from the sea to the middle of the forest,
From shell pond to a Heron
On the dunes,
And the morning call
The hymns of the waves and sea gulls shrill song,
And the knock of sailing boats on the mossy Wharf
At the same moment
To leave
A still sleeping city.
Along with the birds singing
Birds of the winged trees bore my name
Above the horses and farms
In autumn
My birthday
All the past few days I overthrown shower.

Death will lose its power over the universe.
Will be naked corpses flesh one
With the wind and sunset, the moon,
Baring their bones pretvaras in humus,
Around them the stars zateplitsya vyav,
To them, insane, mind back other
Drowned again float over the wave;
Though no lovers - save the love.
Death will lose its power over the universe.

Safe because only the unknown,
And only armless hands are clean,
Knows pain the Ghost is incorporeal,
Blind - sighted vigilantly, as you know.

Flowers, the interpenetration
Human! Paired Bud.
The light from the Zenith splainin
The vision of the flesh. The promotion
Unknown oils sea - sky.
In the worlds of love lights intertwined.
All, all and all one bloom.

Oh, the stupidity of the age! Tell me where to go?
On the skull of love suddenly from the sky hammer!
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And Time-decay is speeding behind you on the trail,
And you, haunted by the sound of times
Will give for cheating love all this
Paaluonys the world.

Death will never be power.
And listen to silly seagulls - a lot of honor.
Surf on the rocks dies often.
Flower without rain creates a feeling.
Daisy says - I saw it -
Crazy they are drunk.
Through the rain, the flowers, the surf they will break...
Break the star, while the Star whole.
Death will never be power.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.
Death will never be power.

Lit the lights, and a nice face
In the octagon the treacherous light
Will fade, and any lover twice
Think of it, why is he doing this.
To gentle dark old features
And warm cheek and the day will put into cheating,
Showering the dye from her lips, forced to distinguish between
In the skin of a mummy of two shriveled breast.
I heart to listen to commanded, and it
No better reason; in vain
I was balancing life with his throbbing,
Contrary to the fiery pulse
The bones expanding passion.

Do not go gentle into that good night
Be fierce before the night of all nights
Don't let your light go out!
Even the wise know not overpower the darkness,
In the darkness-not light rays
Do not go gentle into that good night.

I know we are not saints, no virgins or crazy; we are aware of the lust and fart jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can jump in the bus and calculate the change to cross the road and pronounce genuine offer. But the innocence of our stretches incredibly deep, and our shameful secret is that we know nothing, and hideous secret inside that we don't care.

I have beast, angel and madman; my doubts and questions - their job; my problem is their subjugation and victory, the fall and rebellion; my effort is their self-expression.

We who live under the shadow Dairy forest
We are not angels, but not demons
So set your contemplation
For the best that is in us, and the bad leave without attention.

I'll love you till death do us part and then we part forever.