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Comment 2 of 2, added on April 7th, 2007 at 2:03 AM.
It's easy to get lost in the beauty of Thomas' words. One is tempted to read his work and recite verses out loud, just to be seduced by their musicality and the metaphysical conjurings they elicit- I've done it many times myself. This poem is indeed beautiful, but make no mistake, it is not an unequivocal celebration of creation. Thomas couches the appearance of man, his firs traces, in soaring images and metaphors of cosmic and Biblical roiling but if you read carefully you'll catch (particularly in the last stanza) a subtle tone of ruefulness or reproach.
Eleonora from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on December 7th, 2005 at 7:17 AM.
When I first started getting into poetry I rented a tape of Dylan Thomas reading his poems and I just didn't "get it" for some reason. I guess I wasn't able to get past it's complexity to connect with it or something... But now I love reading him, especially this one, its so rich and profound and seems to speak to something terrifying yet incredibly beautiful. I can imagine him reading each consecutive stanza louder than the previous one, building tension. it seems like its that type of poem.
sam
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It's easy to get lost in the beauty of Thomas' words. One is tempted to read his work and recite verses out loud, just to be seduced by their musicality and the metaphysical conjurings they elicit- I've done it many times myself. This poem is indeed beautiful, but make no mistake, it is not an unequivocal celebration of creation. Thomas couches the appearance of man, his firs traces, in soaring images and metaphors of cosmic and Biblical roiling but if you read carefully you'll catch (particularly in the last stanza) a subtle tone of ruefulness or reproach.
Eleonora from United States