Dylan Thomas: Frasi in inglese (pagina 2)

“My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.”

“[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.”

“I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me.”

“Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
"Poem on His Birthday”

“Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.”

“To begin, at the beginning…”

“Man’s wants remain unsatisfied till death.
Then, when his soul is naked, is he one
With the man in the wind, and the west moon,
With the harmonious thunder of the sun”

“They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.”

“We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood.”

“I've had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that's the record…”

“And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.”

“Come on up, boys
-I'm dead.”

“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.”

“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.”

“An ugly, lovely town… crawling, sprawling… by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.”

“In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means.”

“When all my five and country senses see,
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark
How, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye,
Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac,
Love in the frost is pared and wintered by.”

“Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.”

“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.”