Clive,
Thank you so much for starting this thread. I've admired Thomas's poems and his courage for the last 15 years. For pure songfulness and strange originality (I love that electric light) I've loved this one:
TO-NIGHT
Harry, you know at night
The larks in Castle Alley
Sing from the attic's height
As if the electric light
Were the true sun above a summer valley:
Whistle, don't knock, to-night.
I shall come early, Kate:
And we in Castle Alley
Will sit close out of sight
Alone, and ask no light
Of lamp or sun above a summer valley:
To-night I can stay late.
To all,
The poem "The Other" is altogether extraordinary but too long for this forum. Look it up!
Mike
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