When once the twilight locks no longer
Dylan Thomas
1914 to 1953
How to Play Cloze Games
A cloze game is a reading comprehension activity where certain words are removed from a text and you need to fill in the blanks with the correct words. This helps improve vocabulary, reading comprehension, and understanding of context.
Type In Mode
In this mode, you can:
- Type your answers directly into the blank spaces
- Get instant feedback as you type - correct answers show green, incorrect show red
- Use the keyboard for faster input and navigation
- Submit answers to check your overall progress
Drag & Drop Mode
Switch to Drag & Drop mode to:
- Drag words from the word bank and drop them into blank spaces
- Click on words in the bank to automatically fill blanks
- Click on blanks to select or clear them
Game Features
- Word Skip Selector: Choose how frequently words are removed (every 4th, 5th, 6th word, etc.)
- Progress Bar: Shows your completion percentage
- Color Feedback: Green for correct answers, red for incorrect ones
- Audio Player: Listen to the musical arrangement while you play
- Show Missing Words: View all the correct answers if you need help
- Reset Game: Start over with the same poem
- New Game: Get a different random poem
- Print Poem: Print the poem with blanks for offline practice
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly, you'll see a congratulations message and confetti animation! The progress bar will show 100% completion.
Tips
- Read the entire poem first to understand the context
- Look for grammatical clues (verb tense, articles, etc.)
- Use the audio player to hear the rhythm and flow
- Start with easier word skip settings (like every 8th word) and work your way up
- Don't be afraid to use "Show Missing Words" if you get stuck!
- Try both Type In and Drag & Drop modes to see which you prefer
Missing Words
When once the twilight locks no longer
Locked the long worm of my finger
Nor damned the that sped about my fist,
The mouth of time sucked, like a sponge,
The milky acid on each hinge,
swallowed dry the waters of the breast.
When the sea was sucked
And all the dry seabed unlocked,
sent my creature scouting on the globe,
That globe of hair and bone
That, sewn to me by and brain,
Had stringed my flask of matter to rib.
My fuses timed to charge his heart,
He like powder to the light
And held a little with the sun,
But when the stars, assuming shape,
in his eyes the straws of sleep,
He drowned father’s magics in a dream.
All issue armoured, of grave,
The redhaired cancer still alive,
The cataracted eyes filmed their cloth;
Some dead undid their bushy jaws,
bags of blood let out their flies ;
He by heart the Christ-cross-row of death.
Sleep navigates the of time;
The dry Sargasso of the tomb
Gives its dead to such a working sea;
And sleep mute above the beds
Where fishes’ food is fed shades
Who periscope through flowers to the sky.
When the twilight screws were turned,
And mother milk was as sand,
I sent my own ambassador to light;
trick or chance he fell asleep
And conjured up carcass shape
To rob me of my fluids in heart.
Awake, my sleeper, to the sun,
A worker the morning town,
And leave the poppied pickthank where lies;
The fences of the light are down,
All the briskest riders thrown,
And worlds hang on the trees.
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