Sunday, December 20, 2009

I Have Longed to Move Away - Dylan Thomas

I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors' continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.

I have longed to move away but am afraid;


Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.
Neither by night's ancient fear,
The parting of hat from hair,
Pursed lips at the receiver,
Shall I fall to death's feather.
By these I would not care to die,
Half convention and half lie.

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953) was a Welsh poet and writer who wrote exclusively in English. In addition to poetry, he wrote short stories and scripts for film and radio, which he often performed himself.

His public readings, particularly in America, won him great acclaim; his sonorous voice with a subtle Welsh lilt became almost as famous as his works.

Thank you Charles, for your patience, and wonderful time that you have spent with me teaching me about the old world, and culture. I have met a new friend, and so happy about it!

Sharing light with Kimmy. Striving to create a path between the present course of events and a new course; leading to new outcomes.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful words - as usual :o)

    A Merry Christmas to you!

    Hugs!

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  2. Thank you for your kind words Kimmy. Great poem, of course, from Dylan Thomas.

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