A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forewarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
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Amazing
This poem is amazing! It can be taken into two different directions. One is that Thomas could be experiencing an internal struggle between life and death. The line "Drives in a death as life leaks out" supports this point of view. In the poem, Thomas chooses life over death. On the contrary this poem could also be a grief process. It's as if Thomas has lost someone whom he cared for deeply and to express his feelings he wrote. The line "and the heart gives up its dead" is the last line of the poem. It fits in the view of a grief process because in the end, Thomas has let go of the person whom he has lost....
its.. like.. whoa..
i have to do a term paper on his poetry and i find it to be pretty awful that i have to do a term paper but i find his poetry to be amazing -
A wonderful poem in his memory I will read more of his work.
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ya u gotta love dylan thomas
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Mr. Thomas certainly did, and the weather of this write covers that vast and changable sea, yet seems to say as well, that calm water can be seen if you look, because as all things change so does the weather.
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Mr Thomas certainly had a way with his words when pondering upon the cycles of life...
And the saying goes " you can't predict the weather "
puts on sunglasses and steps into the glare of the day ahead..
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