Thursday, February 4, 2010

It was my thirtieth year to heaven


     It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
     And the mussel pooled and the heron
          Priested shore
     The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
     Myself to set foot
          That second
     In the still sleeping town and set forth.

     My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
     Above the farms and the white horses
          And I rose
          In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
     Over the border
          And the gates
     Of the town closed as the town awoke.

     A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
     Blackbirds and the sun of October
          Summery
     On the hill's shoulder,
Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
Come in the morning where I wandered and listened
     To the rain wringing
          Wind blow cold
     In the wood faraway under me.

     Pale rain over the dwindling harbour
And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
     With its horns through mist and the castle
          Brown as owls
     But all the gardens
Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.

     There could I marvel
          My birthday
     Away but the weather turned around.

     It turned away from the blithe country
And down the other air and the blue altered sky
     Streamed again a wonder of summer
          With apples
     Pears and red currants
And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
     Through the parables
          Of sun light
     And the legends of the green chapels

     And the twice told fields of infancy
That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
     These were the woods the river and sea
          Where a boy
     In the listening
Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
     And the mystery
          Sang alive
     Still in the water and singingbirds.

     And there could I marvel my birthday
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
     Joy of the long dead child sang burning
          In the sun.
     It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
     O may my heart's truth
          Still be sung
     On this high hill in a year's turning.

(Poem In October

-----By Dylan Thomas)

6 comments:

  1. Actually, I thought I wrote that.
    Now I'm confused. But I loved all the birds. Especially herons. Aren't they lovely? I saw one on the wing Tuesday as I was driving on the freeway. A great blue.
    A beautiful poem which I NEVER would have EVER read if you hadn't posted it here. Thanks for the cultural enrichment and for getting birthed on such a day.
    P.S. This is the nicest Feb. birthday weather I or Pachri has ever seen.

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  2. Happy belated birthday. I passed it with you completely forgotten. Today, however, you are very much in mind. Happy birthday.

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  3. Happy birthday a little late! Isn't weird to be 30? 30? really? I used to think that was old. Not anymore.

    Brian's birthday is today. You're practically twins!

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  4. And I missed it, too - not realizing. Too wound up in trying to pull together that small bit of food and fondness last night - not as complicated as raspberry cookies, but enough for me. Happy birthday. If I'd read betimes, we'd have sung to you, too. Because you, too, have crossed over into full womanhood -

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  5. I remembered something out of the blue! It was because of Brian's birthday post, last year, that we got in touch again! So I did know your birthday is right before his. I can't believe it was a year ago. I'm so glad you made a comment that day. I have been inspired by you an endless amount of times!

    Happy birthday again!

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