Reciting Dylan Thomas as I fall asleep; still recall this after all these years...

[Hekate]

Didn’t know what else to do with it, but knew someone at DU would still be up.

In My Craft or Sullen Art
by Dylan Thomas

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

[NNadir]

1. Thank you for this. It's very beautiful. n/t.

[tavernier]

2. Lovely!

Copied to spend more time with, later.

[Ziggysmom]

3. I like Dylan's Our Eunuch Dreams, too

Most everyone is familiar with Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, but I prefer his other poems.

[bronxiteforever]

4. Wonderful!

[jaxexpat]

5. Thanks, dear heart.

[Star-Thrower]

6. Brilliant

and succinct .