English Lit Class #1 didn't work out, but we got to have the whole class period for Dylan Thomas in English Lit Class #2. When it was over, I felt like I was on the most delicious high. "Fern Hill" just does that to me. I also played a recording of Thomas reading "Do Not Go Gentle" (which we'll discuss on Day 2 tomorrow). When the class was over and everyone had left, all I could think was how good I felt and things like ilovedylanthomasilovedylanthomasilovedylanthomas, etc.
So that you, too, dear readers, can experience my rhapsodic mood, here's "Fern Hill," by Dylan Thomas (whom I love, in case you didn't know), for your reading pleasure. Best enjoyed if read aloud.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
The students smiled all the way through class. Either they love Dylan Thomas, too, or they were amused at the way really good poetry sends their all-work English teacher into a strange state of happy, playful, manic overdrive.
Yep. It's the latter. Oh well. If they've learned nothing else this year (and they've learned plenty), they've learned the Waterfall does indeed love poetry. And Bach. (That last thing has nothing to do with this post. But it's been so long since I mentioned Bach, I thought now was just as good a time as any to do it.)
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