Friday, October 15, 2010

A Lump in the Throat: Dylan Thomas

Robert Frost wrote that, "A poem begins with a lump in the throat." New segment to appear on blog featuring a different love poem each time.

We begin with one of my favorite poets ever, the tragic, the gloomy, the great Mr. Dylan Thomas. Take it away, Dyl.

"A stranger has come

To share my room in the house not right in the head,

A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.

Strait in the mazed bed

She deludes the heaven-proof clouds house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,

At large as the dead,

Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessed

Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,

Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust

Yet raves at her will

On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last

I may without fail

Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

-Dylan Thomas, "Love in the Asylum"

For this and other great Dylan poems, check out !

1 comment:

Jenni said...

Crazy poem!! Never heard that one. Have a great Sunday Elizabeth! :)

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