May 18, 2010

Dylan Thomas, "Poem in October"











lying leaved with October






the still sleeping town, the sea wet church






Poem in October by Dylan Thomas : Poetry Magazine [poem/magazine] : Find Poems and Poets. Discover Poetry.

the singing birds








the fish in the tide, the heron Priested shore

5 comments:

altadenahiker said...

On this one, I really like your photos, but the poem does nothing for me. Just wordy, wordy, and no chord.

BANJO52 said...

Hiker, love your metaphor of notes vs. chords. Might agree about the poem (though it strikes me as very similar to "Fern Hill"). I think I need more efficiency in language now than I did as a youngun.

Brenda's Arizona said...

My eye is taken to the geography of the poem. I like the way it is laid out on the paper. Isn't that silly? It is as if I liked you because you were cute - no content involved, just looks.

A few lines can catch the reader unaware: "... I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light ...".

"...his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine."

Is the poem about a dead guy?

altadenahiker said...

Similar, you say? Not to me. Like a perfect wave, I caught this and it took me home:

Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

BANJO52 said...

Brenda, I think the dead guy is the speaker's childhood--himself as a child--which he sees from the hilltop once the rain and clouds move away from the village below him.

"The weather turned around" seems obfuscating to me, but that's what I get from it. Unless it's a common Welsh expression, it seems to me that D.T. is going for the grand old style at the expense of clarity.

I don't think it's silly to care about line structure and white structure. Consciously or not, we respond to the poem as a whole, and that includes the way it looks on the page. Yes, there is such a geography, in my opinion, though I never know how to talk about it, or even make it conscious. Do these stanzas look like Welsh hills? I doubt it's that literal, but who knows?

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