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What a strange name for a Welshman.
His mother named him Carlos,
perhaps she loved Spain.
She is gone now, fortunate not to hear
the crying out;
to see the light go out on her beautiful boy.
Slip into the quiet now, as gentle as can be.
*Bum cledyf yn aghat - I was a sword in fist
Bum yscwyt yg kat - I was a shield in battle
Bum tant yn telyn - I was a string on a harp"
In conclusion, how trite my ranting seems,
I must question Dylan, the nature of death he’s seen.
*Book of Taliesin
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(05-13-2013, 11:14 PM)Heartafire Wrote: What a strange name for a Welshman.
His mother named him Carlos,
perhaps she loved Spain.
She is gone now, fortunate not to see
the light go out on her beautiful boy,
or hear the crying out.
Slip into the quiet now, as gentle as can be.
*Bum cledyf yn aghat - I was a sword in fist
Bum yscwyt yg kat - I was a shield in battle
Bum tant yn telyn - I was a string on a harp"
In conclusion, how trite my ranting seems,
I must question Dylan, the nature of death he’s seen.
*Book of Taliesin
hrh 2010
Hi Heart,
This poem is very intriguing, beautiful and full of very clever references, I really like it. I'd never heard of the "book of Taliesin" but I've just read about it now, another clever reference using the earliest known welsh poet and connecting him to the best known.
And on top of all that it also encouraged me to read the poem that you reference, which I haven't read for a while.
Excellent stuff,
Thanks AR
wae aye man ye radgie
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(05-13-2013, 11:35 PM)ambrosial revelation Wrote: (05-13-2013, 11:14 PM)Heartafire Wrote: What a strange name for a Welshman.
His mother named him Carlos,
perhaps she loved Spain.
She is gone now, fortunate not to see
the light go out on her beautiful boy,
or hear the crying out.
Slip into the quiet now, as gentle as can be.
*Bum cledyf yn aghat - I was a sword in fist
Bum yscwyt yg kat - I was a shield in battle
Bum tant yn telyn - I was a string on a harp"
In conclusion, how trite my ranting seems,
I must question Dylan, the nature of death he’s seen.
*Book of Taliesin
hrh 2010
Hi Heart,
This poem is very intriguing, beautiful and full of very clever references, I really like it. I'd never heard of the "book of Taliesin" but I've just read about it now, another clever reference using the earliest known welsh poet and connecting him to the best known.
And on top of all that it also encouraged me to read the poem that you reference, which I haven't read for a while.
Excellent stuff,
Thanks AR
Hi AR, thanks so much for reading and your opinion on this piece.
I have reversed line 4 and 5 of S1, it seemed to flow better, did that here rather than post an entire revision. It takes cheek to question Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle but I wrote this for my father. The original is much longer but wanted to spare you readers that. Thank you so much again for noting the references.
my best,
Heart
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Interesting, I see in Dylan's poem the value of life or possibly a man in denial about his father's death.
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(05-16-2013, 01:25 PM)Brownlie Wrote: Interesting, I see in Dylan's poem the value of life.
I interpret this to mean you see a lack of that in my poem. I agree completely regarding the value of life, but I must question the nature of death you have seen. The will to survive is perhaps the strongest of our instincts and fighting for our life is natural. This poem, which was lengthy and read as a eulogy at my father's funeral, expresses that dying can involve excruciating suffering and this poem is saying "go" gently into the inevitable. Thank you for reading.
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(05-16-2013, 01:43 PM)Heartafire Wrote: (05-16-2013, 01:25 PM)Brownlie Wrote: Interesting, I see in Dylan's poem the value of life.
I interpret this to mean you see a lack of that in my poem. I agree completely regarding the value of life, but I must question the nature of death you have seen. The will to survive is perhaps the strongest of our instincts and fighting for our life is natural. This poem, which was lengthy and read as a eulogy at my father's funeral, expresses that dying can involve excruciating suffering and this poem is saying "go" gently into the inevitable. Thank you for reading.
Why not include that story in the poem or a story? Didn't mean to be presumptuous.
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