In my craft or sullen art

April is National Poetry Month.

I decided that, to celebrate the month, I'd share one of my favorite poems.  It's a poem about a poet writing poetry, which seems entirely appropriate.

In My Craft or Sullen Art

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 men apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor 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 nor wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

- Dylan Thomas

1 comment:

Jared and Megan said...

I love poetry. I wish I could spend more time reading it, although I think it's better in doses, at least to my untrained, undisciplined mind. Also, now I know a new word. I'd never heard "spindrift" before. What I love about poetry is that it's such a beautiful, expressive way (and when it's a favorite, also a more intelligent way) to say something. But not just say something, say more than one thing. I don't know if that makes sense, but it's late. Anyway, thanks for sharing. I hadn't read that one before.

When I tried typing in the ridiculous letters to prove I'm not a robot, the autocorrect tried to change it to "vomit ye". Hehe.