Reminiscence from Swansea
Rain cuts the place we tread,
A sparkling fountain for us
With no fountain boy but me
To balance on my palms
The water from a street of clouds.
We sail a boat upon the path,
Paddle with leaves
Down an ecstatic line of light,
Watching, not too aware
To make our senses take too much,
The unrolled waves
So starred with gravel,
The living vessels of the garden
Drifting in easy time
(Dylan Thomas)
One of the early proof (in my lifetime, which I happen to refer to when looking backwards) of the ability to struggle abroad.
How far will it go.
Btw, have you seen Solaris? I mean, the Soderbergh version. There is some Thomas in there (and some bits of Natasha McElhone too ...)!
Take care and good luck with the new Guardian Typesetting,
cul8r here or there or somewhere else.
— gloolg · 2005-09-06 15:11 · #