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Comment 5 of 15, 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 15, 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
Comment 3 of 15, added on May 13th, 2005 at 12:47 AM.
The other two writers of the comments are obviously illiterate. The poem is such a beautiful poem that is one of the best I have ever read
Sam from New Zealand
Comment 2 of 15, added on January 27th, 2005 at 1:35 PM.
This poem is totally boring. Mr. Thomas must have been under serious drugs while he wrote this
Navi from United Kingdom
Comment 1 of 15, added on January 27th, 2005 at 3:50 AM.
This poem looks worst than my hairy nigger butthole. And it smell the same too! This is even bigger bullshit than my big black proportions and they big 4real (15 inches)
Robert from United States
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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