Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

Especially When The October Wind - Poem by Dylan Thomas

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.

Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

Comments about Especially When The October Wind by Dylan Thomas

  • Rookie - 145 Points John Petree (11/29/2015 12:15:00 AM)

    An outstandingly beautiful and clever poem that as a poet myself (I don't put much of my stuff on here,) I would be honored to have written something so deep. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 69,158 Points Fabrizio Frosini (11/13/2015 5:43:00 AM)

    ''Especially when the October wind
    With frosty fingers punishes my hair, ''

    - -

    (IN ITALIAN :)
    Specialmente quando il vento d'ottobre
    Con dita gelide mi castiga i capelli,
    beautiful opening.. really enchanting.. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,804 Points Oduro Bright Amoh (10/24/2015 5:48:00 PM)

    This poem has very beautiful imagery. I love it (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 46,883 Points Edward Kofi Louis (10/24/2015 4:24:00 PM)

    Nice work with the muse of the wind. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,824 Points * Sunprincess * (10/24/2015 8:00:00 AM)

    ......extraordinary with wonderful imagery of autumn ★ (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,627 Points Panmelys Panmelys (10/24/2015 4:22:00 AM)

    O there is so much behind those dark-vowelled cry of birds, Dylan a child of nature, knew how to melt and mold
    himself into nature's very soul and spirit. This poem knows of his coming fury with what he has to perform on stages of America's adulation, knows the wreck of his tortured body, and understands the heart's call upon that windy hill of Wales, was sounding its death toll in the dark-vowelled cry of the birds. Another great poem by a truly great poet. Panmelys
    Panmelys (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:39:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:39:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Silenus Helper (7/24/2008 12:02:00 AM)

    He takes me everywhere, to hidden daydreams, magical, interconnected somehow to my spirit. I love it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sean Godley (7/3/2006 2:08:00 PM)

    Brilliant poem - surreal, strange, thought-provoking, innovative - Thomas to the the core. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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