Poem in October (It Was My Thirtieth Year...) - Dylan Thomas.mp3

[00:08.452]It was my thirtieth year to heaven
[00:11.605]Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
[00:15.127]And the mussel pooled and the heron
[00:18.134]Priested shore
[00:20.019]The morning beckon
[00:20.765]With water praying and call of seagull and rook
[00:24.287]And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
[00:28.332]Myself to set foot
[00:29.857]That second
[00:33.696]In the still sleeping town and set forth.
[00:36.094]My birthday began with the water-
[00:38.878]Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
[00:42.725]Above the farms and the white horses
[00:45.552]And I rose
[00:46.508]In rainy autumn
[00:48.102]And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
[00:52.067]High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
[00:55.937]Over the border
[00:57.526]And the gates
[00:58.332]Of the town closed as the town awoke.
[01:02.969]A springful of larks in a rolling
[01:04.618]Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
[01:08.866]Blackbirds and the sun of October
[01:10.743]Summery
[01:11.779]On the hill's shoulder,
[01:13.216]Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
[01:18.395]Come in the morning where I wandered and listened
[01:22.248]To the rain wringing
[01:24.263]Wind blow cold
[01:26.516]In the wood faraway under me.
[01:29.653]Pale rain over the dwindling harbor
[01:32.407]And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
[01:35.723]With its horns through mist and the castle
[01:39.403]Brown as owls
[01:41.454]But all the gardens
[01:43.583]Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
[01:47.597]Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.
[01:52.969]There could I marvel
[01:54.469]My birthday
[01:55.845]Away but the weather turned around
[02:00.395]It turned away from the blithe country
[02:02.902]And down the other air and the blue altered sky
[02:06.517]Streamed again a wonder of summer
[02:09.603]With apples
[02:10.794]Pears and red currants
[02:13.236]And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's
[02:16.816]Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
[02:19.910]Through the parables
[02:20.969]Of sun light
[02:22.287]And the legends of the green chapels
[02:25.405]And the twice told fields of infancy
[02:29.702]That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
[02:36.470]These were the woods the river and sea
[02:38.667]Where a boy
[02:39.801]In the listening
[02:40.806]Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
[02:44.518]To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
[02:48.246]And the mystery
[02:49.383]Sang alive
[02:51.725]Still in the water and singing birds.
[02:56.405]And there could I marvel my birthday
[02:59.402]Away but the weather turned around. And the true
[03:03.160]Joy of the long dead child sang burning
[03:08.966]In the sun.
[03:11.336]It was my thirtieth
[03:12.839]Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
[03:16.473]Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
[03:20.654]O may my heart's truth
[03:23.257]Still be sung
[03:25.756]On this high hill in a year's turning.