This week, October 27th, marks the centenary of Dylan Thomas’ birth. The music of his poetry is astonishing. His way with words was magical.
The Boathouse, at the left, is the place Thomas was living with his family when he died. The view across Carmarthen Bay is often this beautiful and some days even more so!
We’ve been fortunate to visit Wales often, including the places he lived and the small shack in which he wrote while looking out over Carmarthen Bay. When we visited South Wales last spring, the magic was everywhere! I hope you can take time to listen to a bit of his work here or elsewhere.
Thomas’ small writing shack has been preserved on the path overlooking Carmarthen Bay . It is a special place still full of his imagination.
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Ah, John–my two favorites of his are “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” and “Fern Hill”. As you say, he could make music with words. His site has so much on him: http://www.dylanthomas.com/ I just wish he could have found some solace in his own heart from that amazing view outside his studio window. 39 was too young for him to be lost to his demons. Yet how well he said it in “Fern Hill”:
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Thanks again for this blog and your thoughtful posts.
Yes, thanks for posting both the lines and the link. We are lucky that his work is enjoying the place it deserves, even if he may not have seen it in full.
Both pictures look like fine art paintings. Great.
Thanks Bro. The light was just right. But, then, that is often the case in Wales (except when it is pouring down rain).
Beautiful river photo.
Thanks. It is actually Carmarthen Bay with the tide almost out. A lovely spot with the sun running over the far hills.