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  • great, good pick.

  • without dylan thomas we would have had a weaker bob dylan, and the world a poorer place.. dylan thomas -- the best voice of any poet I've heard read his stuff.

  • you shouldn't have cut off the end of the poem

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  • Less poetic version: female's perspective. "Mosquitos bit my ass. I tried to push him off."

  • I'm guessing it's about youth and losing one's virginity.

  • That's Dylan Thomas himself reading his greatest poem albeit here incomplete.

  • Im 15, im finding it hard to understand him.

    Im sure it all means something on a metophoric level though.

  • No doubt.

    As it does for all jealous, unimaginative, brainwashed people in the count...., world of ours.

  • @aggressivegeek It expresses an ecstatic nostalgia - looking back, from the point of view of someone burned by life, at how wonderous it was as a child, fresh and new to the world and knowing nothing of death and the traps life has in store for us.

    Fern Hill itself is, i think, a lovely place where he spent his childhood holidays - it sounds idyllic - even the name.

  • Wow! How wonderful. Yet no passion.

  • "No passion"...  It's a program!!!

  • :D :D

  • Hi all: Several years a go Richard Burton recorded an audio Fern Hill and then discussed a conversation he had with Dylan Thomas about the meaning of several passages of the poem. If someone has a copy of the audio would you please post it here on youtube. Thanks

  • Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

  • And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hay And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the children green and golden Follow him out of grace.

  • And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden,

     The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise.

  • Check out Dylan Thomas poem FERN HILL made into a song just search for FERN HILL VONSTRUMMER. Really cool!

  • very cool

  • Fuck. You left out the last stanza.

  • oh, what of you

    Dylan of Wales

    who took words dying in lace and dust

    and threw them out under the stars of mighty night

    and threw them, wrung them 'round the crashing chained and harnessed sea

    and wrung them thrice round the lofty and roaring moon

    and tore down every banner that blocks the light

    gone too soon

  • billym99, thanks so much for your good work in posting part of this glorious poem, one of my favorites. Will you be posting this poem in it's entirety?

  • This is so beautiful - I loved it ! Storm me forever over her grave until the stuffed lung of the fox twitch and cry Love

    More please

  • Billym99 I think your project for backgrounds etc is too ambitious (too much work). Just put pointed ears on this elf, and your energy into a LITTLE more facial expression, and it will be a fine poetry avatar. Like to see it do some more readings, but for now, keep them short.

  • No.

    ............time held me green and dying, as I sang in my chains, like the sea.

  • No.

    .....time held me green and dying, though I sang in my chains like the sea.

  • ..........but my chains held me green and dying, as I sang in my chains, like the sea.

  • billym99, did you do this? It is a work of art. Measure though, the words will live longer than you puppet. That notwithstanding, well f**king done!

  • Why is he naked?

  • ah, because at the time i did the tests I had no clothes for the figure! and no hair... later I got these things so he will have hair and clothes.

  • is that the voice of Dylan Thomas?

  • Yes it is.

  • Yes, it is a recording of Thomas reading the poem I found on the web. It was always one of my favorite poems. Recently I read a biography of Thomas and about how he worked so carefully on every phrase, hours or days on a single phrase!

  • isnt it welsh actor richard burton...?

  • one of the world's first rock stars....a comet dazzling for all the world to marvel at.A summoner of the electric from out of the overlooked.....the absolute best,the king of wales and western europe as far as i'm concerned

  • European North Atlantic Coast male 20-year-old, 8000BC. Haunting.

  • You have cut it off before the end of the poem - do you have the rest? I would love to hear it even if you haven't animated it.

  • It looks like a girl. The voice sounds like a man though. I'm so confused!

    5/5 for the model though. :)

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