Dylan Thomas

Dig no more for the chains of his grey haired heart
keeping his bones away from the common cart

A wild man who caught and sang the sun in flight
raging going not gentle to that good night

Time holds him still green dead owl crossed on his way
even his glazed blazing meteor eyes were so gay

Simple Welshman not for this proud man apart
love its arms no praise wages for craft or art

Tell on the streets on its back he threw the sun
singing in his chains to there the sea undone

They say never trust a man who does not drink
Dylan Thomas did his best do you not think 



Dylan Thomas this his centenary 
born on October 27 1914
One of the worlds best poets

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