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Submitted by weirdelf on 10 June 2007 - 10:01am.| Updated 2 November 2008 - 8:46pm.
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In My Craft or Sullen Art
In my craft or sullen artExercised in the still nightWhen only the moon ragesAnd the lovers lie abedWith all their griefs in their arms,I labor by singing lightNot for ambition or breadOr the strut and trade of charmsOn the ivory stagesBut for the common wagesOf their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apartFrom the raging moon I writeOn these spindrift pagesNor for the towering deadWith their nightingales and psalmsBut for the lovers, their armsRound the griefs of the ages,Who pay no praise or wagesNor heed my craft or art.
Like I said, this is not my work, it is Dylan Thomas, but the ultimate poet's poem
(1 vote)
Line breaks problem?
Is there any chance you can tell me about the text you were trying to post here - was it from a Microsoft Word file, an e-mail… where was it from? What format? And would it at all be possible to e-mail me the source document? My e-mail address is andrew (at) neopoet.com. Thanks for your help.
Don't need to worry about technicalities
Thomas’ poems are so steaming with energy and sheer poetic oomph that worrying about the technical aspects is almost irrelevant–almost. Only if we all had that kind of talent. Hearing him read it is almost better than the text itself.
great poem
thanks for posting
Respectfully
Yours,
Barbara