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Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas
1934-1952
Book
Description
Dylan Thomas's poems gambol and frisk
across the tongue and imagination like those of few
poets I have ever read. His choicely crafted (and
often synaesthetic) phrases, his musicality, and his
laughingly lilting language are nicely captured by
the first two stanzas of Fern Hill--read it aloud
for full effect:
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 honored among wagons I was prince of the apple
towns,
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and
leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the
barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was
home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman,
the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear
and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams...
This collection of his poems contains only those
pieces he wished preserved and should be owned by
anyone who loves beautifully crafted language.
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