Tuesday, December 8, 2009

A Boy's Summer, Remembered

A few stanzas on summer, as requested by Slamdunk. These are from Dylan Thomas.

Fern Hill

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 heyday of his eyes,
And honored 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 . . .
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2 comments:

Slamdunk said...

Your the best Ann T. I have already gathered my shorts, short sleeved shirt, and sunscreen tomorrow--I am confident it will be a scorcher here.

Thanks for the poem--I'll dream of being under the apple tree shaded from the blazing summer sun.

Ann T. said...

Dear Slamdunk,
I don't know if poetry prevails against cold fronts, but I'm "thinkin' positive."

You forgot the lemonade/iced tea!

Rays to you,
Ann T.