Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic … Continue reading ‘Especially when the October wind,’ by Dylan Thomas
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night 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 they Do not go … Continue reading ‘Do not go gentle’ by Dylan Thomas
That sanity be kept I sit at open windows, Regard the sky, make unobtrusive comment on the moon, Sit at open windows in my shirt, And let the traffic pass, the signals shine, The engines run, the brass bands keep in tune, For sanity must be preserved Thinking of death, I sit and watch the … Continue reading ‘That sanity be kept’ by Dylan Thomas
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of … Continue reading ‘In my craft or sullen art’ by Dylan Thomas