Dylan Thomas

1 From 18 glasses of whiskey, He did not die. They knew nothing But they said that. It looks that they wanted a pillar of darkness, Holding up the sky. 2 In his days, poets Asked: are you romantic? Did he answer: Among the heavenly hosts? The answer is Yes. Read Fern Hill 3 Romantic is not the only Angel, the brain Rise or fall. Moreover, sincere impulses. Spectral presence Holds things together. The secret force does not need A name, it at the heart of it all. We need a lamp of faith 4 You must blend realities, Do not accept limits, And put fire to language While those others sleep Awake the hours, Although you are consumed. 5 In the tower of words, You must write with heart in another way. The savage has no words. Correcting ordinary words You could finish upside down, because it is difficult to pedal them. 6 In his train of rebellion He stopped at the station of the Faith having passed by the season of doubt purgatory And the Season of Hell of Despair. His death will have no dominion. 7 Reading him, I descended to his hell And see the bonfire. My demons look like his, they are skeletons without a soul, But with affection we treat them.