Today is my birthday. This is one of my favorite “birthday” poems. It is by Dylan Thomas:
It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
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
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
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
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
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
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.
|Photo by Bruce Barone.|
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15 thoughts on “My Birthday”
Dylan Thomas is one of my favorite’s. Thank you for this. And happy birthday. I hope it is a wonderful day for you, bruce.xoerin
Happy birthday, Bruce! I am on molto overload, leaving tomorrow for Italy; but wanted to wish you a happy one!! i wish you can join us for Coltibuono one year soon!!! xxoo A
Happy birthday, and thanks for the poem. It should be the other way around – you getting the presents 🙂
A wonderful gift you bring us for your birthday, Bruce. I don’t remember having read this Dylan Thomas poem before (hell, I barely remember being 30) so you will understand how appreciative I am. The photo goes marvelously well, the autumnal colors and the chimes that seem to have gone silent a few instants so we can listen to the music of the poem. A very happy birthday to you.
Happy Birthday Bruce, Ivan
Oh Bruce, may the melody, cadence and surprise of this amazing poem marvel your birthday (continued to today, so sorry to be late) and the year, and the rest of all your years!
Ageless and timeless are words and images….hope your year ahead is sublime. Happy Happy-pve
Happy Birthday Bruce and good luck in my painting give-away at http://www.artbykarena.blogspot.com.
dear bruce,happy, happy birthday. i hope it is spent doing something wonderful. thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem with me this morning. i’m off for my morning walk and will look for a ‘springful of larks.’ so beautiful.xo
And…the sun is shining! Wishing you a happy birthday, Bruce!
Happy Birthday Bruce!Here’s to your talent & good health~CHEERS*
A belated Happy Birthday Bruce, as I was not online yesterday. May you have many more
I’m with Andy… I wasn’t able to tackle my reader, or email, or many other things on the to-do list yesterday! So a belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you!!!I hope your weekend was just as delightful as it sounded! =)
Bruce, just like you to be gifting us on your special day.pgt
I thank each and every one of you for your kind and loving comments!!!