Monday, December 25, 2017

A Close And Holy Darkness

image from Le Divan Fumoir Bohemien

Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night.  I turned the gas down, I got into bed.  I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept. ~ Dylan Thomas

2 comments:

  1. My mom used to read that poem every Christmas. With her theater training, it kept us entertained every time. Thanks and Merry Christmas!

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  2. I had forgotten about "A Child's Christmas in Wales". Thanks for this.

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