Today is the birthday of Dylan Marlais Thomas, one of my favorite poets.
In My Craft or Sullen Art
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labor by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charmsOn the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart.
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I love Dylan Thomas too. Once my priest was baptizing a baby named Dylan Michael and she called him Dylan Thomas by mistake. That’s when I knew I was in the right church.
My dad’s family is part Welsh, and I’ve always hoped to find out one day that Dylan Thomas was a long lost cousin. Thanks for honoring him today.
Wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing this one. Cloudscome, that’s a cool story.
Dylan Thomas . . . such a great name, such a great poet.
I haven’t read as much of Dylan Thomas as I’d like — I should read more!