FOR DYLAN THOMAS IN THE DARK BLUE DUSK, THE GILDED DUST OF WORDS (REPOSTED)

 

FOR DYLAN THOMAS IN THE DARK BLUE DUSK, THE GILDED DUST OF WORDS

(for the poet Dylan Thomas)

as you were singing that the givers of Light

would have no end that the green rills

growing greener would furl in waves

about us ever near and clearer from year to year and that the

sun dipped in the clouds down low

would ever arise

somewhere farther beyond your white roads' chrism

we forgot that poetry is not prose

and no longer gathered the rose upon rose in praise

the once upons.

so that the prismed web broke

apart weeping

and with it the human heart

my heart and where

and what and how in Art will the angels come

to trouble the springs again my friend

my friend so that healing descends

when your voice is stilled

when the news is all we know

I cannot comprehend

only that vaguely

blue and darker blue with the dusk

as your disguise the village from afar

you 'll view

and weep for Wales and all you knew

the vast tendrils conquered and subdued

for all that meant to you.

and we go casting about in sighs

mere ghosts of ourselves

forgetting what you knew.

that bright words, should not be spare

but myriad, like the stars.

mary angela douglas 24 november 2016;22 october 2021