Wa-Hay Festival

Here is a shot of me posing in front of a replica of Dylan Thomas' writing shed. The thing is decked out exactly as he had it! I have had the whole "Light breaks where no sun shines..." rumbling through my brains all day!

 

 

Light breaks where no sun shines

 

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

 

Light breaks where no sun shines;

 

Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart

 

Push in their tides;

 

And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,

 

The things of light

 

File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

 

 

 

A candle in the thighs

 

Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;

 

Where no seed stirs,

 

The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,

 

Bright as a fig;

 

Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

 

 

 

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;

 

From poles of skull and toe the windy blood

 

Slides like a sea;

 

Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky

 

Spout to the rod

 

Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

 

 

 

Night in the sockets rounds,

 

Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;

 

Day lights the bone;

 

Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin

 

The winter’s robes;

 

The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

 

 

 

Light breaks on secret lots,

 

On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;

 

When logics dies,

 

The secret of the soil grows through the eye,

 

And blood jumps in the sun;

 

Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.