Suddenly, it is October. How is that possible? Summer is always gone too soon for me. But here we are in the week of the birthday, on October 27, of the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, who died in 1953 at the age of 39. I had no use for poetry until I came across, at the age of 16, the first two stanzas of Thomas’s most famous poem, “Fern Hill,” as well as the short and unforgettable “In my craft or sullen art.” I memorized those passages accidentally simply by rereading them so often. When I was 18, Thomas’s
October 22, 2021
October 22, 2021
October 22, 2021
Suddenly, it is October. How is that possible? Summer is always gone too soon for me. But here we are in the week of the birthday, on October 27, of the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, who died in 1953 at the age of 39. I had no use for poetry until I came across, at the age of 16, the first two stanzas of Thomas’s most famous poem, “Fern Hill,” as well as the short and unforgettable “In my craft or sullen art.” I memorized those passages accidentally simply by rereading them so often. When I was 18, Thomas’s