Truly a GREAT GIFT - hearing Dylan Thomas read this remarkably approachable GREAT POEM. "But for the lovers, their arms 'round the griefs of the ages." - the true story of much of humanity. William Faulkner called it " the human heart in conflict with itself."
My father and Dylan boyhood friends, sang as choirboys in Sketty Church and went to Swansea Grammar School then out into life, my father to war. They did meet up when war ended. I remember the day Dylan died.
I thought it might be the bobbing, swaying motion of the flame of an oil lamp, which in my fancy has the appearance of the movements of a singer on stage.
@@anthonylindley2234 Or perhaps the gentle noise made by coal when it sometimes hisses as it burns? That would account for both the "light" (of the fire") and the "singing" sound of the coal. Not many people today will recall the experience of a coal fire burning in an open grate! Magnificent poem, magnificent words.
Truly a GREAT GIFT - hearing Dylan Thomas read this remarkably approachable GREAT POEM.
"But for the lovers, their arms 'round the griefs of the ages."
- the true story of much of humanity.
William Faulkner called it " the human heart in conflict with itself."
Priceless. One of the greatest poems by the greatest poet of them all. Sheer genius!.
Fantastic post. What better way to learn how to recite this poem than by hearing the author recite it! Thank you, Jack.
I love so many of his poems, but if I had to choose only one it would be this: His Credo.
My father and Dylan boyhood friends, sang as choirboys in Sketty Church and went to Swansea Grammar School then out into life, my father to war. They did meet up when war ended. I remember the day Dylan died.
My grandma, nee Richard, used to say, "Never forget your Welsh connection." And, I never have.
happy 109th
Dylan
Friday
27th of October, 2023...
Thank you ❤️
I ADORE READING
And there lay leaved
the town, again
with October's blood...
(but the weather turned around...)
Brilliant and thrice brilliant
Wow
In my craft ... What is DT's "singing light" ?
I thought it might be the bobbing, swaying motion of the flame of an oil lamp, which in my fancy has the appearance of the movements of a singer on stage.
@@anthonylindley2234 Or perhaps the gentle noise made by coal when it sometimes hisses as it burns? That would account for both the "light" (of the fire") and the "singing" sound of the coal. Not many people today will recall the experience of a coal fire burning in an open grate! Magnificent poem, magnificent words.
The "singing light" is the old hurricane lamp - it makes a very distinctive sound.
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