Daffodils for St David’s Day, News and A Poem

01 Mar

Happy St David’s Day to my friends and family.

Mini Daffodils for St David’s Day being blown about in the breeze

I am so excited! I have, this afternoon, taken eight of my glass pieces to The Craft Collective where they are now on display  and for sale!  I will show you a photo tomorrow when I visit the shop and try to be cool!

The Welshman, Dylan Thomas, is one of my favourite poets. Here is ‘Fern Hill’, a particular favourite.

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
     The night above the dingle starry,
          Time let me hail and climb
     Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
          Trail with daisies and barley
     Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
     In the sun that is young once only,
          Time let me play and be 
     Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
          And the sabbath rang slowly
     In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
     And playing, lovely and watery
          And fire green as grass.
     And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
     Flying with the ricks, and the horses
          Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
     Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
          The sky gathered again
     And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
     Out of the whinnying green stable
          On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
     In the sun born over and over,
          I ran my heedless ways,
     My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
     Before the children green and golden
          Follow him out of grace,

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
     In the moon that is always rising,
          Nor that riding to sleep
     I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
          Time held me green and dying
     Though I sang in my chains like the sea

Posted by on March 1, 2019 in Photography, poetry, Postaday 2019


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6 responses to “Daffodils for St David’s Day, News and A Poem

  1. VeraMaureen Jenner

    March 2, 2019 at 11:51 am

    Dylan Thomas has long been one of my favourite poets. He captures the bubbling of youth as it tried to escape corking – like the popping of champagne bursting free of the restricting cage.

    • mybeautfulthings

      March 2, 2019 at 2:32 pm

      Mine too. He was the subject of my special study 50 odd years ago while teacher training. 🙂

  2. Mama Cormier

    March 1, 2019 at 8:39 pm

    Good luck with your glass pieces.

    • mybeautfulthings

      March 2, 2019 at 11:14 am

      Thank you! I visited them in the shop today and it gave me quite a thrill! 🙂

  3. Kim Ridgeon

    March 1, 2019 at 7:48 pm

    Poetry “when I was young and easy”. A spinethrilling work x

    • mybeautfulthings

      March 2, 2019 at 7:55 am

      Isn’t it? So glad you think so too. 🙂


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