Tuesday, May 5, 2009

IN THE BEGINNING - Dylan Thomas

IN THE BEGINNING - Dylan Thomas

In the beginning was the three-pointed star,
One smile of light across the empty face;
One bough of bone across the rooting air,
The substance forked that marrowed the first sun;
And, burning ciphers on the round of space,
Heaven and hell mixed as they spun.

In the beginning was the pale signature,
Three-syllabled and starry as the smile;
And after came the imprints on the water,
Stamp of the minted face upon the moon;
The blood that touched the crosstree and the grail
Touched the first cloud and left a sign.

In the beginning was the mounting fire
That set alight the weathers from a spark,
A three-eyed, red-eyed spark, blunt as a flower;
Life rose and spouted from the rolling seas,
Burst in the roots, pumped from the earth and rock
The secret oils that drive the grass.

In the beginning was the word, the word
That from the solid bases of the light
Abstracted all the letters of the void;
And from the cloudy bases of the breath
The word flowed up, translating to the heart
First characters of birth and death.

In the beginning was the secret brain.
The brain was celled and soldered in the thought
Before the pitch was forking to a sun;
Before the veins were shaking in their sieve,
Blood shot and scattered to the winds of light
The ribbed original of love.
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7 comments:

Katherine said...

What a way with words...sigh. Thanks for sharing Alden!

Alden said...

Yes, this dude Thomas really has a way with words - I think his poetry is extraordinary.

Janice said...

Alden, I like this poem, and Dylan Thomas, very much. Rosetti, not so much, a little too flowery for me! So was it, or was it not, your birthday? No need to be coy, you have to have them, just like everybody else!

Alden said...

No Janice it was not my birthday. My birthday is on June the 26th. This year I will be 58 years old. I am glad you asked because this will give you enough time to buy me a present - hmmm let me see, I know! send me a poem that takes the mickey out of something - life, the world, our existence, anything - something that will make me laugh - I like laughing, laughing is good for you and I know that you have a very good sense of humour.

Alden said...

Whoops Janice,that's NOT buy me a present - thats SEND me a poem - completely different species of intention.

Janice said...

You are on, my boy, even if I have to write it myself! I hope I can get it there for your birthday, because we are moving to Vancouver Island, to a beautiful place called Comox, at the end of this month. I was there this week, scouting out a home for us, and I noticed that there were a great many sailing vessels in the harbour. I shall take pictures of them for you; perhaps I'll even start up a moving blog, since this is a momentous move for us. We'll see.

Alden said...

Janice I would just love any photos of the area - you have some very famous sailors and yacht designers in the history of yachting that hail from BC. One is the yacht designer William Garden. Another is the sailor John Guzzwell who did a remarkable circumnavigation is a 20ft yawl back in the 1950s and Miles and Beryl Smeeton who completed pioneering and very exciting voyages all through the 5os, 60s and 1970s. The Smeetons daughter Clio is now carrying on conservation work that Miles and Beryl started trying to save a Canadian fox that is on the brink of extinction.
I have two Kiwi nieces who are living and working in Vancouver at the moment - they are finding your homeland an enjoyable and fasinating place.