Dylan Thomas - Especially When the October Wind

Dylan Thomas - Especially When the October Wind
Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.
Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.
Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

[@loroloreto4272]

I have read in Spanish and in english,and I love this poet,he is the best of the best.

[@robertosemenzato5167]

Ho letto in lingua spagnola e. In lingua inglese questo poeta .Mi par.e il miglior di tutti.

[@TommyApplecore]

Thank you gymnopedija . I've always loved the sound of DT reading his own work

[@robertosemenzato5167]

Grazie Gignopedia.Ho sempre amato il suo della voce di Dylan Thomas..

[@willtayte]

fantastic dramatic reading

[@JeffRebornNow]

I've always loved the sound of this poem and have read it many many times since I was a teenager but I have no fucking clue what it is about. LOL It seems to me to be the lament of a lonely young man lost in his own thoughts and feeling the excitement of the changing of the seasons -- the autumnal smell in the crisp air -- which is mirrored by his own changing -- his leaving of childhood and his trying to engage in an adult world with romantic possibilities and responsibilities. He's trying to 'make' this world to suit himself, or, at least, to make sense of it. What is the "coming fury" of which he must be warned? A "scurry of chemic blood" would seem to indicate hormonal changes, and an awakening of sexual desire. But the birds this emerging young man hears are dark-vowelled, and the raven is sinful. Adulthood would seem a very foreboding place.

[@babischatzis5620]

! what is this about. I only get phrases. I like thoses phrases ...especially, Especially When the October Wind....

[@SpoookiePoookie]

Thank you. Just a correction--behind a pot* of ferns, not post.