POEM
IN OCTOBER
Dylan
Marlais Thomas
Ñ Welsh
poet and writer
Ñ Noted
for his original rhythmic and ingenious use of words and imagery
Ñ Also
noted for verbal density, alliteration, sprung rhythm and internal rhyme.
Ñ Some
of the famous poems are “Do not gentle into that goodnight”, “Death shall have
no domain” and “ the play of voices ”
Works
Ñ 18
poems (Poet’s corner book prize)
Ñ In
the Country sleep and other poems
Ñ Me
and my Bike
Ñ Rebecca’s
daughter
Ñ Death
and Entrances
Ñ The
Map of love
Ñ The
World I Breathe
Ñ Twenty
five poems
PROSE
Ñ The
beach at falsea
Ñ Letters
to Vernon Watkins
Ñ A
Prospect of the Sea
Ñ The
Doctor and the devils
Ñ The
Portrait of artist as a young Dog
DRAMA
Under
Milk wood
Ñ Poem
in October 7 stanza
poem
Ñ Separated
into 10 lines
Ñ Found
in the volume “Death and Entrance”
Ñ Vision
of childhood vs. momentous frustrated urban help
Ñ Comparing
and contrasting pictures of village life and town life, which shows backward
and forward movement
Ñ A
S Collins says “A passionate love of nature likened to childhood memories
produced a beauty that touches the heart and stirs the sense”
POEM
It was my
thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbor and neighbor 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.
EXPLANATION
Ñ Summary Speaker’s
journey in an autumn, up to a hill to reclaim childhood joy, the summer season
and his spirituality
Ñ The
poem begins with the speaker stating that he was 30 yrs. old when he wrote this
poem.
Ñ It
was his birthday and he chose to walk
Ñ He
left his home, travelled alongside the water’s edge, listened to the seabirds
and the woods
Ñ He
started climbing the hills. At the same time seasons began to change
Ñ Autumn
and its cool air faded away and the summer returned
Ñ The
rain continued as he climbed as did the presence of birds
Ñ These
two images are crucial for the poet’s understanding of happiness and childhood
Ñ When
he finally got to the top of the hill, it was like he got heaven
Ñ The
speaker recalls visiting the place along with his mother and what it meant to
him then.
Ñ He
hoped while on the hill that joy he experienced will last throughout the year
Ñ He
would return to reclaim it when he turns thirty one
Critical
analysis
Ñ Village:
Swansea
Ñ Hill:
Fern hill
Ñ The
age is described in years of progress towards heaven
Ñ He
describes the shores as being priested by herons
Ñ Morning
is praying
Ñ The
waves dip and rise as if kneeling in prayer
Ñ He
speaks about the gates he has to open and borders he has to cross
Ñ Dylan
Thomas’ sacramental view of nature and the theme of remembered childhood October
is between summer and winter similarly the age of thirty is between childhood
and maturity
Ñ The
poise between childish glory and the sadness of maturity, summer and winter,
past and future is maintained to the end.
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