Dylan Thomas Night Quotations

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.

And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!

I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret; The code of night tapped on my tongue; What had been one was many sounding minded.

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 six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.