76 quotes found
Poet and writer · Welsh · 1914–1953
Welsh poet and writer (1914–1953)
“Man be my metaphor’,”
“Come on up, boys-I'm dead.”
“Hands have not tears to flow.”
“I sang in my chains like the sea”
“Though lovers be lost love shall not.”
“Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”
“I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sent...”
“The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.”
“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.”
“An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.”
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage 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 h...”
“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowle...”
“Time held me green and dyingThough I sang in my chains like the sea.”
“Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.”
“And death shall have no dominion.Under the windings of the seaThey lying long shall not die windily;Twisting on racks when sinews give way,Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;Faith in the...”
“[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.”
“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.”
“This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.”
“On No Work of WordsOn no work of words now for three lean months in the bloodyBelly of the rich year and the big purse of my bodyI bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:To take to give is all,...”
“Do not go gentle into that good night.”
“In my craft or sullen artExercised in the still nightWhen only the moon ragesAnd the lovers lie abedWith all their griefs in their arms,I labour by singing lightNot for ambition or breadOr the stru...”
“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”
“And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what sh...”
“I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.”