Me he estado obsesionando con Dylan Thomas últimamente. De eso que te encuentras con una de sus frases citada por ahí, empiezas a leer sus poemas, sus cartas de amor, y han pasado dos horas sin enterarte. Ya me he hecho con esta antología para poder sumergirme más a fondo en su poesía, pero por ahora estas son algunas de las perlas que han causado la obsesión en cuestión: 

“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: —and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake.”

"I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t."

Su primera carta de amor a la que después sería su mujer, Caitlin MacNamara, en la que ridiculiza la exageración de sus propias nociones románticas: 

"Caitlin darling darling, I caught lots of buses and went to sleep in them and ate wine gums in the train and got here awfully late in a sort of thunder storm. This morning I can’t do anything but sit with my headache and my liver in a higgledy piggledy room looking out on the rain, and now I’m trying to keep my hand steady to write a neat letter to you that isn’t all miserable because I’m not with you in Laugharne or in London or in Ringwood or whatever daft place you’re in without me. […] I want you to be with me; you can have all the spaces between the houses, and I can have a room with no windows; we’ll make a halfway house; you can teach me to walk in the air and I’ll teach you to make nice noises on the piano without any music; we’ll have a bed in a bar, as we said we would, and we shan’t have any money at all and we’ll live on other people’s, which they won’t like a bit. […] I want to be with you because I love you. I don’t know what I love you means, except that I do. […] Write to me soon, very very soon, and tell me you really mean the things you said about loving me too; if you don’t I shall cut my throat or go to the pictures."

Dos de sus poemas más famosos recitados (prácticamente cantados) por él (atención a su increíble voz): 

“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” 

“Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”

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