Guest poem submitted by Aseem Kaul:
(Poem #1067) On A Wedding Anniversary
The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long walks of their vows. Now their love lies a loss And Love and his patients roar on a chain; From every tune or crater Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house. Too late in the wrong rain They come together whom their love parted: The windows pour into their heart And the doors burn in their brain.
Easily one of my favourite Dylan poems. I love the way the sense of distance and separation in the first stanza dissolves into aching passion; how a quiet walk on a cloudy day becomes an experience of love that is simulataneously revelation and loss. And I love the way that Thomas, as always, finds the exact phrases for that experience - of all the places in poetry that relationships have floundered, there are few more simple and more moving than "too late in the wrong rain" - and finds also the exact balance between those phrases, so that a poem filled with raging lines ("Love and his patients roar on a chain", "Doors burn in their brain") still manages to convey an overall impression of quiet tragedy. Aseem. [Minstrels Links] Dylan Thomas: Poem #14, Prologue Poem #38, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Poem #58, The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower Poem #138, Fern Hill Poem #225, Poem In October Poem #270, Under Milk Wood Poem #335, After the Funeral (In memory of Ann Jones) Poem #405, Altarwise by Owl-Light (Stanzas I - IV) Poem #476, In my craft or sullen art Poem #568, Especially when the October Wind Poem #1035, The Hand that Signed the Paper Poem #1067, On A Wedding Anniversary