Today some lovely new stamps have been issued, beautifully illustrating some of our native bees.
2 I was in Penryn today and their flowers are as lovely as ours in Redruth.
I love Dylan Thomas’ Play for Voices, ‘Under Milk Wood’. As a family we used to listen to it on a pair of 78s so I grew up with these wonderful words in my head and later I was able to choose it as a modern play to teach at GCSE. Here are the wonderful opening words:
FIRST VOICE [very softly]
To begin at the beginning:
It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters’-and- rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows’ weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrogered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wet-nosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.
You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.
Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep.
And you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before- dawn minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the Arethusa, the Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover, the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride.
Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass growing on Llareggub Hill, dewfall, starfall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood.
Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning in bonnet and brooch and bombazine black, butterfly choker and bootlace bow, coughing like nannygoats, suckling mintoes, fortywinking hallelujah; night in the four-ale, quiet as a domino; in Ocky Milkman’s lofts like a mouse with gloves; in Dai Bread’s bakery flying like black flour. It is to-night in Donkey Street, trotting silent, with seaweed on its hooves, along the cockled cobbles, past curtained fernpot, text and trinket, harmonium, holy dresser, watercolours done by hand, china dog and rosy tin teacaddy. It is night neddying among the snuggeries of babies.
Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding though the Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed; tumbling by the Sailors Arms.
Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
And here, for your delectation, is the wonderful Richard Burton reading those words:
I shall be without any internet contact for the next few days as I am going into hospital to have my left hip totally replaced. I’ll be back soon and have scheduled a few posts for you to enjoy.
August 23, 2015 at 12:02 pm
will miss you…wishing you the best recovery and know that you are thought of…
August 20, 2015 at 2:38 am
Good shtufffs, Words of Dylan Thomas haunt my alleys, silvery moonlit roads and my core. Burton’s voice, the best of icing. And am certain, you will recover all hippy with flowers in your hair, in no time flat, as you have the right ‘shtufffs’.
August 19, 2015 at 3:55 pm
The words are beautiful, and wonderful memories to carry with you.
August 19, 2015 at 8:27 am
Good luck with the hip op!
August 18, 2015 at 10:34 pm
Just a beautiful post Sally. Enjoyed the bees, and what can I say about Dylan Thomas – brilliant. I wish you well with the op and will be thinking of you. May you have a strong sense of peace and confidence as you ready yourself.
August 19, 2015 at 4:09 am
Thank you for those lovely words. I have been quite calm and confident but have now woken up even too early for our early start so it is lovely to feel your warm support coming down the line. 🙂
August 18, 2015 at 10:16 pm
Wonderful wonderful post, Sally – what gorgeous stamps, so colourful and creative,
Penrhyn looks so beautiful, and as for Dylan Thomas, with Richard Burton the icing on the cake… what a feast you’ve given us to last until your return.
A post to keep returning to…thank you
I do hope your stay in hospital is as pain-free as modern medicine can make it, and you are soon back to feeling your sprightly self again,
August 19, 2015 at 4:11 am
Thank you so much Valerie. I’ll be back in no time, I’m sure – just a bit wobbly this morning as I have woken up even earlier than I need for our early start this morning. I look forward to ‘talking’ again in a week or two. 🙂
August 18, 2015 at 8:45 pm
Shall look forward to your return and wishing you a speedy recovery.
August 18, 2015 at 8:51 pm
Thank you very much. 🙂