12/10/2009

I CAN FEEL AUTUMN NOW...



WAS THERE A TIME
by Dylan Thomas


Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.



Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 october 1914 - 9 November 1953 ) was a Welsh poet 
and writer who wrote exclusively in English. In addition to poetry, he wrote short
stories and scripts for film and radio, which he often performed himself.  His public
readings, particulary in America, won him great acclaim; his sonorous voice with
a subtle welsh lilt became almost as famous as his works.
Dylan Thomas died in New York in 1953. The first rumours were of brain haemo-
rrhage, followed by reports that he had been mugged. Soon came stories about alcohol,
that he had drunk himself to death.
Thomas liked to boast about his addiction, saying;
    An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.
 
source wikipedia

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