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notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK
Thursday, July 01, 2004Tracing Dylan
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light."
Time has expired for Dylan Thomas. But the poetry runs on.
I'm interested how increasingly places are celebrating their favourite daughters and sons. Partly as a tourism draw; partly, I like to think, through a journey of enriching self rediscovery. So today I was happy to recieve the latest mailing from the Dylan Thomas Centre; and it made me think: yes, next year I shall go to Swansea, to walk Cwmdonkin Drive and other roads which so influenced that great poet, terrible man. To see what he found in that place with which to fill his bountiful poems.