Dylan Thomas “Poem in October” Poem Animation Virtual Television

Heres a virtual movie of Dylan Thomas(1914 – 1953) reading his “Poem of October” Although there is a wealth of excellent sound recordings of Dylan Thomas there are is no known surviving film footage of him, He did appear just once on BBC television in August 1953 reading his story ‘The Outing”,but no recording survives of this broadcast so I hope you may enjoy this virtual representation of how he may have looked if he had been perhaps filmed from the tv screen on a home cine camera at the time reading this poem. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 Poem In October………………… It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and rook And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall Myself to set foot That second In the still sleeping town and set forth. My birthday began with the water- Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. High tide and the heron dived when I took the road Over the border And the gates Of the town closed as the town awoke. A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill’s shoulder, Here were fond climates and sweet singers

11 thoughts on “Dylan Thomas “Poem in October” Poem Animation Virtual Television

  1. it’s my thirtieth year to heaven too; that makes you twenty-nine, ofcourse: 0-1, is the first. The moment you revolve once around the sun, it begins your second year, thus your thirtieth year makes you 29–>

    Beautiful poem.

  2. Sad that on one captured him live – even as he read in the U.S. Such towering words and tumbling phrases. The very esssnce of life itself!

  3. Hold me close and wisper in my ear…
    Dylan Thomas…. I love your words.

    Milkwood. Slow Black, Crow Black, shipping boat bobbing seas…

    Hold me close and whisper in my ear…

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