in between drinks, at his cwmdonkin home,
dylan thomas means to complete his
light breaks where no sun shines
but in a flamboyantly theatrical moment, he sings,
as the pleasure bird whistles a welsh tune,
not of broken ghosts nor skinning gales,
this legend of pubs and posey cries out to nessa,
the dark beauty who haunts his sweet hell:
i am “man of my flesh, the jawbone riven.
know now the flesh’s lock and vice,
and the cage for the scythe-eyed raven,
know, o my bone, the jointed lever,
fear not the screws that turn the voice,
and the face of the driven lover.”
i “learnt man’s tongue,” he cries,
“to twist the shapes of thoughts into
the stony idiom of the brain.”
i learnt, he whispers, to cast out your black fears,
that you might hear symphonies
in your prayers.
come, nessa,
let us “go gentle into that good night.”
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Cheers and wishing you well.
Dan
John
im gonna put this one in my pocket for personal reasons. .. .
i dont know which is more fantastical; my name in the same contextual fore[shadowing]play next to dylan's, or the fact you recalled me saying soemthign along the lines of knowing mr. thomas and firelight. .. .
gawds. .. .
im warm all over.
'though lovers be lost, love shall not.
and death shall have no dominion'
mm mm m mm...i can almost taste the warmth on vicarious tongues. ..
dripping all that waxy poetica. ..
someone please, put another log on this fire: i cant get up to do so. ..
*hugs*
if only.. .
*sigh*
ness
wonderful Gene...
John
Awesome work,
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Newfie hugs, ROse
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
ahhh...."he whispers, to cast out your black fears,
that you might hear symphonies
in your prayers."
This Is Lovely, your words sooth the Soul with Love
Much Love & Inspiration To You Always
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen