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Comment 13 of 13, added on April 22nd, 2006 at 3:38 AM.
this poem is sooooo boring.... ok i really dont know if the poem is about a man who is dead and looking back or if he is talking on his 30th b'day! dylan has just made this poem soooo..... confusing and boooring!!
Ricky from Sri Lanka
Comment 12 of 13, added on March 11th, 2006 at 4:20 AM.
“Poem In October" by Dylan Thomas is a poem written on his thirtieth birthday. He expresses his joy at being alive and at being almost one with Nature, which he reveres to the point of worship. [Note the use of religious verbs and nouns some of them created through poetic license such as "priested", "praying", "parables" and "chapels".] He also seems to shun humanity and human companionship and instead actively seeks out nature. For instance, he leaves the town asleep and ventures out into the countryside.
Note also how cleverly he incorporates all of the four seasons into this poem. He mentions spring in "springful of larks", summer in "the sun of October/ Summery/ On the hill's shoulder" as well as in "the listening/Summertime of the dead" and " It was my thirtieth/Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon". Autumn appears in "the town below lay leaved with October blood" and also in "I rose/ In rainy autumn/ And walked abroad in a shower of all my days". Winter also gets a mention in "the rain wringing/ Wind blow cold/ In the wood faraway under me". The four seasons are of course symbolic and represent different stages in life. Thomas considers that he is in the summer of his life on this his thirtieth birthday and this is expressed as the peak of existence; filled with joy and peace and still highlighted by the exuberance of youth which would of course be spring. Although his birthday happens to fall in reality in autumn; in his heart and mind and soul he basks in "the summer sun" while winter [old age/death] is "the rain wringing... faraway".
Dylan Thomas love of Nature is reflected at two levels in this poem. First and primary is the immediate setting of the poem. He wakes to the sounds of nature, he walks through the sights of nature and this prompts him to the second level, which comprises of a flashback to his childhood where he was also in communion with nature. He reflects that on this day and with this powerful connection to nature he can recall and feel with accuracy the emotions of his youth: "That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine".
Christine from Kenya
Comment 11 of 13, added on March 7th, 2006 at 4:39 PM.
this poem, beautifully written but it is sad he is looking back on his life from death not fixing his life while living...
Jeilisa from United States
Comment 10 of 13, added on December 3rd, 2005 at 7:03 PM.
Dylan Thomas and his poetry are the non plus ultra in campestrian pseudo-intellectualism. His poems are all form devoid of any substance or transcendental meaning.
It is literary sugar for your average weak-minded English college professor: literary eunuchs, who mercilessly subject their helpless students to Thomas' pedestrian mental diarrhea.
Nearly masturbatory narcissism permeates Dylan's work, which plays well with his obsession with form.
We find onanistic exuberance of empty, meaningless imagery fed to the reader to elicit a sense of grandeur that leaves the discerning mind with only the lingering stench of a grotesque, faux, musty portrait of nature, as seen from the egocentric view of the writer.
Make no mistake, Dylan Thomas was just a rococo Dadaist of sorts and his 'poems' just the putrid ramblings of a talentless wanker.
Lord Cracker d' Whitie
Comment 9 of 13, added on November 14th, 2005 at 12:58 PM.
this poem is horrible!!!it's soooo bored do I really mind for what a man does when he wakes upp????!!!!
Karlota from Costa Rica
Comment 8 of 13, added on November 11th, 2005 at 2:05 PM.
for robert:these poem is much better than anything that you could do you swinethese poem is much better than anything that you could do you swine!
Sam: this poem is fabulous, althoug i really dont understand the second line. Could you explain it to me please?thanx
raquel from Spain
Comment 7 of 13, added on October 17th, 2005 at 8:10 AM.
Bob Dylan, your a geniouse, not only can you sing, play the guitar, become an icon, but you can bore the nation as well. Well done Bob. The times they are a changing.
wallace from United Kingdom
Comment 6 of 13, added on September 9th, 2005 at 4:32 PM.
Thomas often allows his ear to take over a poem, making the sense obscure for the sake of his music. But this poem is marvelous with meaning. I heard the recording of his reading of it and it was mesmerizing. How many birthdays have I whispered that last line, "oh may my heart's truth still be sung on this high hill in a year's turning"?
Dan from Philippines
Comment 5 of 13, added on May 14th, 2005 at 4:23 AM.
Dylan was one of the greatest poets who ever wrote in English, and moreover he is the one of only two big masters who ever wrote this way. The other is T.S.Eliot, they both knew well what to do with the words and lines to create a mood of the imaginary reader - but they never had this goal for itself.
In his Poem in October and another one, written to his birthday, Dylan Thomas does the thing that may look rather strange for the illiterate view; he describes his inner world and the outer world as a death-like landscape, and his "life through death" mood is astonishing. One must be a philosopher not to tremble thinking about sad things on his own birthday; people prefer to take birthdays for a joyful and happy event, but they are NOT. Everyone who was ever born must go to the dust as ashes go to ashes, and Dylan Thomas encounters his foreseen fate with wide open eyes.
In the one of the greatest poem ever.
Maria from Russia
Comment 4 of 13, added on May 13th, 2005 at 12:47 AM.
This poem is about a man who has turned 30, and goes out to have a walk, reflecting on life. He reflects about how his inner child is now gone. "Year to heaven" could possibly mean that he beliefs it is his thirtieth year in his journey to heaven. He first describes the harbour and whe woods, which are by his house. In the shore there is a heron, which is a black, elegant bird with long, thin legs. He describes the shore as "heron priested" probably meaning that it is nicer, just with the presence of the heron. The water is praying(personification). This is probably because of the heron, because as a priest has to do with religion, the water is "praying". Then he talks about other birds, "seagull and rook". After describing the scene, the man goes out of his house, the town "still sleeping"(personification). The town is not really sleeping, it is the people in it.
In the next stanza, we realize that, indeed, it is his birthday. He describes the trees being "winged". This gives an impression that the trees are alive, but actually they are not; they are probably being blown by the wind, and moving, so they look as though they are flying. He says "trees flying my name". Dylan, the name of the author, is welsh, and means tide or sea, so probably "flying my name" means that they are being blown by the tide. Then, he keeps on walking "in a shower of all my days". This means that it is raining hard. The tide rises, and the heron dives into the water. Then, he turned("I took the road over the border") and the gates closed behind him, ast the people awoke.
In this stanza he talks about a "springful of larks in a rolling cloud". Larks are birds, so this probably means that there is a large quantity of birds, flying all clusteres todether, so it looks like a cloud of birds which is "rolling", because the birds are moving. At the roadside there are "bushes brimming with whistling blackbirds". This means that there is all along the roadside a line of bushes, with birds singing. It is sunny. He is on the "hil's shoulder", which means that he is at the top of the hill. He looks back, and sees the wood below him, with the "rain wringing", meaning that the rain is making a sound.
In the next stanza, he says that he pursued his birthday
Sam from New Zealand
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this poem is sooooo boring.... ok i really dont know if the poem is about a man who is dead and looking back or if he is talking on his 30th b'day! dylan has just made this poem soooo..... confusing and boooring!!
Ricky from Sri Lanka