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Dylan Marlais Thomas foi um poeta galês. Ao contrário de seus contemporâneos, Thomas Stearns Eliot e W.H. Auden, Thomas não estava preocupado com a exibição de temas de questões sociais e intelectuais, e sua escrita, com o seu lirismo intenso e altamente carregada emoção, tem mais em comum com a tradição romântica. Ele arrebatava platéias […]
The 'Love the Words' exhibition tells the story of Dylan 's life, work and legacy, from his birth on 27 October 1914 in Swansea to his death on 9 November 1953 in New York. The Dylan Thomas Centre also hosts a range of events throughout the year. The Dylan Thomas Centre houses an exhibition telling Dylan's story.
Dylan Marlais Thomas (* 27. Oktober 1914 in Swansea, Wales; † 9. November 1953 in New York City) war ein walisischer Dichter und Schriftsteller. Thomas schrieb Gedichte, Essays, Briefe, Drehbücher, autobiographische Erzählungen und ein Theaterstück: Under Milk Wood ( Unter dem Milchwald ), sein Hauptwerk, das als Radio- Hörspiel 1954 ...
9 de jan. de 2016 · Eine der Aficionadas von Dylan Thomas ist die Autorin und Literaturkritikerin Elke Heidenreich. Sie hat zusammen mit dem Fotografen Tom Krausz ein melancholisches Foto-Text-Buch über Dylan Thomas ...
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) "Born in Swansea, Wales, son of a schoolteacher, Thomas skipped college, working instead as a writer from the age of twenty until his death, not yet forty years old, in New York. He excelled in both poetry and prose, and in his poetry was comfortable with many different forms (his classic "Do not go gentle into that ...
Dylan Thomas died at noon on Monday 9 November 1953. The post mortem gave the primary cause of death as pneumonia, with pressure on the brain and a fatty liver given as contributing factors.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now ...
