My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.
And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to...
The first poem I ever ready by DT was "Fern Hill," which I read in high school. I was immediately hooked, got his collected poems, and listened for hours to the Caedmon recordings of his poem recitations, with his "cut-glass voice," as he described it. Magical. Would he have...
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no...
I've alwas appreciated the works of this great man, even if he's from up north... sigh... Oh well, can't hold it against a genius of literature; there are plenty of great american authors as well. Anway, I've always loved Dylan Thomas' poetry, and oddly enough, wasn't...
...that this community has only one member! Bless you LysKitsune.
My life changed after reading Under Milkwood years ago. I had recenlty had the opportunity to visit his home county in west Wales, UK, where I believe I had recieved some insight as to why this man was one...