Monday, October 19

The poem is knit

and it turns out to be "My Craft or Sullen Art" by Dylan Thomas. Abridged below, with respect to any pertinent copyright law.

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 write poetry not for rude cash or vulgar fame but to appeal to the better angels of their being//

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages

//not for the dead to celebrate their life//

But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

I wish I had named my blog, "On these spindrift pages."

Hyde Park trivia: Dylan Thomas drank and was drunk at Jimmy's.

Pictures of creating and on display at the British Library:

The unveiling was timed to coincide with the UK National Poetry Day Live (or live). The project is in celebration of the Poetry Society's centenary.

More poems that engage knitting are posted at The Poetry Society

This is an incredible in the world did you find it? And which square is yours? :)
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