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