Dylan Thomas – MADHU MALTI

A Childs Christmas In Wales : Thomas Dylan : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :

. A Childs Christmas In Walesby Dylan Thomas One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all soundexcept the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never rememberwhether it snowed for six days and six nights whenContinue reading “A Childs Christmas In Wales : Thomas Dylan : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Especially When The October Wind : Dylan Thomas Swansea / Wales : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :

Especially When The October Wind : Dylan Thomas Swansea / Wales : : : ; : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Especially when the October windWith frosty fingers punishes my hair,Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fireAnd cast a shadow crab upon the land,By theContinue reading “Especially When The October Wind : Dylan Thomas Swansea / Wales : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Poem in October :DYLAN THOMAS : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :

Poem in OctoberBY DYLAN THOMASIt was my thirtieth year to heavenWoke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckonWith water praying and call of seagull and rookAnd the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall Myself to set foot That secondInContinue reading “Poem in October :DYLAN THOMAS : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Fern Hill : Dylan Thomas : : Childhood Poems : :

Fern HillDylan Thomas – 1914-1953 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout 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 apple townsAndContinue reading “Fern Hill : Dylan Thomas : : Childhood Poems : :”

Do not go gentle into that good night : Dylan Thomas : : Fathers Poems : :

Do not go gentle into that good nightDylan Thomas – 1914-1953 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 gentleContinue reading “Do not go gentle into that good night : Dylan Thomas : : Fathers Poems : :”