Monday, 22 August 2011

It's Five in the Morning

Yes it is Five in the morning, I've been awake for hours!
Thought I'd share this Dylan Thomas poem with you......
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 labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.


  1. Not so strange, that we are so alike
    Both awake, in the dead of night
    While others slumber, all around us
    Our distant minds entwine, drawing comfort

    Dylan Thomas?
    - I don't think so.

    But am I close?

    Hope you're smiling!

  2. Yes, your poem did make me smile, and we are so alike it's very scary! You are very creative, hope your still keeping up with your writing?