It has been one week since my last post and two weeks since my last posted poem. I am emerging now from a deep study of sound and rhythm. I have been binge-listening (following along faithfully) to the Caedmon recordings of Dylan Thomas's poetry. I have always been mesmerized by his voice, such a booming baritone for such a shy poet. I felt that I needed to listen to him in his entirety when I stumbled upon these albums. How could I not peek in on the hunchback in the park as he eats bread from a newspaper? How could I pass on the opportunity to tour Fern's Hill and Sir John's Hill? I have never traveled to Wales, but I felt myself transported to Loughharne with each poem; especially "Poem on his Birthday" and "Poem in October." The best part of these recordings is that they are the poems that Thomas wanted people to hear and read. I have always been a Thomas fan; his language and metaphor exquisite! But I wanted a deeper dive into his use of sound, alliteration, assonance, and consonance. I mean, who else write and speaks lines like these?
"Man be my metaphor."
"Now I am a man no more no more"
"seesaw Sunday nights"
His poetry can quicken and slow down immediately with his tongue-twisting language! Thomas' use of the personification of time as an omnipresent, binding force is mesmerizing.
Read this from "Fern Hill":
"Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means"
When I sat in my chair these last weeks, listening to his roaring roll of a voice, I began to really understand the intentionality of language in poetry. Poets use words and language to discuss and interpret their thoughts and feelings and interactions with the world around them. Poets, especially Dylan Thomas, choose words pack a powerful punch and crafts lines that could not be written in any other way. For example,
"When black birds died like priests in the cloaked hedge row"
What an image! So, I am emerging once again with a renewed reverence for the language and imagery that I use in my poetry. Dylan Thomas loves and reveres language. He "cared for the colours the words cast on [his] eyes (Thomas, 1951). He knew that he "must live with [words] and in them, always: a "writer of words" (Thomas, 1951). He played with language, dragging up images from the depths of his mind in order to see how they would look and sound on the paper. Listening to his voice reminded me of his 'imaginative purpose, which is to write the best poem he can" (Thomas, 1951).
I enjoy poetry. I enjoy reading and writing poetry. I feel that I can communicate through poetry. My hope for the rest of the poems I post here, is that you, too, will enjoy them, because that is all that matters. I will work hard at crafting my images and alluding to other moments only when absolutely necessary. I promise not to just throw in an obscure Greek or Biblical reference! I will concentrate more on how my poetry sounds, as well as how it rests on the page. I may not be able to write a successful villanelle, but I will write more and more and more!