Dylan Thomas Quotes and Sayings
I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes... we can catch buses... and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t. ~ Dylan Thomas. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,/ Time held me green and dying/ Though I sang in my chains like the sea. ~ Dylan Thomas. Alone until she dies, Bessie Bighead, hired help, born in the workhouse, smelling of the cowshed, snores bass and gruff on a couch of straw in a loft in Salt Lake Farm and picks a posy of daisies in Sunday Meadow to put on the grave of Gomer Owen who kissed her once by the pig-sty when she wasn’t looking and never kissed her again although she was looking all the time. ~ Dylan Thomas. Alone in the hissing laboratories of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing in his crucibles, and mixes especially for Mrs Pugh a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, her toes grow big and black as balloons, and steam comes screaming out of her navel. ~ Dylan Thomas. One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. ~ Dylan Thomas. 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. ~ Dylan Thomas. |
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