Poem in October

Dylan Thomas

“…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 singing birds.”

Dylan Thomas

Photo by Lori B. McCray