Papel

Poem in October
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

Priested shore

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

That second In the still sleeping town and set forth.



My birthdaybegan 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.

Hightide 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 brimmingwith whistling

Blackbirds and the sun of October

Summery

On the hill's shoulder,

Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly

Come in the morning where I wandered and listened

To therain 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
My birthday

Away but the weatherturned around.


It turned away from the blithe country

And down the other air and the blue altered sky

Streamed again a wonder of summer

With apples

Pears and red currants

And I saw in theturning 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

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