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Art Gallery, Dolly’s Tea Room and A Poet’s Birthday

27 Oct

I love Falmouth Art Gallery and today called in to see an exhibition called, Soil Culture: Deep Roots. Click on any photo in the gallery below for captions and detail. This art gallery is very child friendly always providing stimulating experiences for young people and valuing their work with proper framing and hanging.

Dolly’s Tea Room was our destination for lunch – such a charming place with smiley service and excellent food. Here is another gallery for you.

Dylan Thomas was born on this day in 1914. Regular readers wil know that he is my all-time favourite poet. Here is ‘Poem in October’ for your delectation.

Poem In October – Poem by 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 birthday began 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.
High tide 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 brimming with 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 the rain 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 weather turned 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 the turning 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
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
And the mystery
Sang alive
Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
Joy of the long dead child sang burning
In the sun.
It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
O may my heart’s truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year’s turning.

 

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10 responses to “Art Gallery, Dolly’s Tea Room and A Poet’s Birthday

  1. calvin

    October 29, 2015 at 1:29 am

    Haute art, to a lowly biped guy as I, thank you for all of this. As much as I like wild places of nature, I like art galleries too. They’re really not that far apart if one thinks about it.

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    • mybeautfulthings

      October 29, 2015 at 6:50 am

      These two in particular were not that far apart, full of soils and images of nature – and both stir the soul some way what ever the exhibits. 🙂

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  2. grandfathersky

    October 28, 2015 at 12:13 pm

    All great pics and art, but I always love those geologic maps … How much research goes into that color palette!

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    • mybeautfulthings

      October 28, 2015 at 1:09 pm

      It was fascinating and about 8′ tall so I couldn’t see the top in detail sadly. It is a remarkable piece. By the way, I bought the Dan Brown novel you recommended so it is now on my pile of “to read!” Thank you. 🙂

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      • grandfathersky

        October 28, 2015 at 9:28 pm

        The layout of Washington DC is amazing, and his story makes it more so …

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        • mybeautfulthings

          October 29, 2015 at 6:45 am

          I look forward to reading and visiting even more now! We have nearly planned the trip, fun in the anticipation itself. 🙂

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  3. sarthe

    October 28, 2015 at 9:52 am

    What an amazingly beautiful poem. To my shame I have read very little of Dylan Thomas, and I intend to make up for lost time.So many of his phrases remind me of the countryside that surrounds me, and that of my Lancashire childhood.

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    • mybeautfulthings

      October 28, 2015 at 10:23 am

      I am delighted to have stirred your interest in Dylan Thomas. Some of his poems are quite obscure but there are many that touch my soul. I love his radio play Under Milk Wood too. Thank you for taking the time to comment. 🙂

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  4. Minuscule Moments

    October 27, 2015 at 7:49 pm

    What a wonderful inspiring day.

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