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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Ask Sodra to support the protection of Tasmanian native forests - The Wilderness Society

Ask Sodra to support the protection of Tasmanian native forests - The Wilderness Society

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In My Craft and Sullen Art - by Dylan Thomas

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in
their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of
charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Not for the towering dead
With their nightingales
and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

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Hobart, Van Diemen's Land, Australia
Traditional hedge-crosser, non traditional dichotomy-smasher, line-blurrer, bone-singer, folk-healer, head-bender, and sometimes poet.
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Byron on 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage'

I was half mad during the time of its composition, between metaphysics, mountains, lakes, love unextinguishable, thoughts unutterable, and the nightmare of my own delinquencies.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law