Sunday, November 25, 2012

Celebrating a birthday

The birthday anniversary of this fine young man is today. And I remember his birth day very well and always.

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.

Dylan Thomas, “Poem in October” from The Poems of Dylan Thomas. Used by permission of David Higham Associates, London as agents for the Trustees of the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas.

Source: Poetry (February 1945).