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Monday, 26 October 2009


Oh! You couldn't find a poem that suits you more than this one; landscapes, seaside, outdoor walks, birds and other wonders from Mother Nature are so much your keen and dear concerns. Dylan Thomas could have written these word-drunk verses for you - and he probably has.
Well, there is just one puzzling detail... don't tell me you "might wander bare"! This is not you at all.
More seriously, I have come to like very much Dylan's poetry too, it is so powerful and evocative - although not easy at all.
A happy birthday to you, again!

Happy birthday to you from me too, although I am the last one and very late.
If everything works well, this comment should appear at 1.15 too.
I'll comment on the poem later, as I haven't properly focused on it now.

Floreat Lindsay!
Poets' reputations wax and wane, but somehow I have the impression that Thomas's ups and downs have been more pronounced than usual - he's always been popular but much more critioally acclaimed at some times than at others. Is this right and why might it be so?

Happy Birthday too. Perhaps some poetry by R. S. Thomas for an ageing cat?

I've already wished you this but I can do so again: happy birthday!
I'm glad to read Dylan Thomas any day, so please may we have some more of him whenever you feel inclined?

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