We all have those times when we make a decision and then suddenly realise we have made a commitment which requires a great number of actions in a very limited time. The first time Marion and I faced such a situation was in the first half of 1977. I had been offered a reporter’s jobContinue reading “Beginning a brand-new adventure still going strong half a century later”
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Before we mothernaked fall
by Dylan Thomas Poem “Eleven” in Notebook “Started 23rd August 1933”; dated September 16, 1933 Before we mothernaked fall Upon the land of gold or oil Between the raid and the response Of flesh and bones Our claim is staked for one and all Near to the quarry or the well Before the promises fulfillContinue reading “Before we mothernaked fall”
Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas 1914-1953 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the appleContinue reading “Fern Hill”
Poetry Please because poetry always pleases
I have a large collection of books, even some going back to the 1800s. and amid them are many poetry books. Some I inherited from my father, school prizes won by him and by his sister, Dorothy, who died very young. There is Longfellow, Yeats, Elizabeth Barrett Browning – running on to Rossetti, to whichContinue reading “Poetry Please because poetry always pleases”
Tears of sorrow for a Welshman in exile
My time as a journalist in Basildon was not all politics and crime, although I did spend a lot of time in the council chamber and the magistrates’ courts. The Arts Centre, just off the town square, was a cultural centre for the district and, as well as hosting concerts and professional entertainment, it providedContinue reading “Tears of sorrow for a Welshman in exile”
Clown In The Moon
by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.
Not From This Anger
by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) Not from this anger, anticlimax after Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods In a land strapped by hunger Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds And bear those tendril hands I touch across The agonised, two seas. Behind my headContinue reading “Not From This Anger”
Love In The Asylum
by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) A stranger has come To share my room in the house not quite right in the head, A girl mad as birds. Bolting the night of the door her arm her plume. Strait in the mazed bed She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds Yet she deludes with walking theContinue reading “Love In The Asylum”
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
by Dylan Thomas And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they shall go mad they shall be sane, ThoughContinue reading “And Death Shall Have No Dominion”
Where Once The Waters Of Your Face
by Dylan Thomas Where once the waters of your face Sound to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its eye; Where once the mermen through your ice Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers Through salt and root and roe. Where once your green knots sank their splice Into theContinue reading “Where Once The Waters Of Your Face”
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