MMM, so tonight's a bit of a melancholic one because it's no longer last night and it's Monday tomorrow...
Here in this spring by Dylan Thomas.
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;
Here in this ornamental winter
Down pelts the naked weather;
This summer buries a spring bird.
Symbols are selected from the years'
Slow rounding of four seasons' coasts,
In autumn teach three seasons' fires
And four birds' notes.
I should tell summer from the trees, the worms
Tell, if at all, the winter's storms
Or the funeral of the sun;
I should learn spring by the cuckooing,
And the slug should teach me destruction.
A worm tells summer better than the clock,
The slug's a living calendar of days;
What shall it tell me if a timeless insect
Says the world wears away?


Beautiful poem as always :) sound like you had a fun night :)
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Sounds like an awesome night :) beautiful poem thanks for sharing x
ReplyDeletelovely pictures and poem :3 xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and pics :)
ReplyDeleteI always love your Sunday Poetry... it just puts a nice start/end (however you want to look at it) to the week!
ReplyDeleteI love Dylan Thomas.
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