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”

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”

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”

Sunset Poem (Eli Jenkin’s Prayer)

by Dylan Thomas from Under Milk Wood Every morning when I wake, Dear Lord a little prayer I make, O please to keep a loving eye, On all poor creatures born to die. And every evening at sundown I ask a blessing on the town, For whether we last the night or no I’m sureContinue reading “Sunset Poem (Eli Jenkin’s Prayer)”

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

by Dylan Thomas 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 lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the lastContinue reading “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”