writing - sometimes invisible
I write on these spindrift pages
Not for the proud man 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 or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
[from "In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas"]
One of my favourite memories from our cottage, SPINDRIFT, on Lake Huron in the Bruce Peninsula, Ontario, Canada...
SPINDRIFT:
spray swept by a violent wind along the surface of the sea.
1590-1600; variant of Scots speendrift spoondrift
I write on these spindrift pages
Not for the proud man 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 or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
[from "In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas"]
One of my favourite memories from our cottage, SPINDRIFT, on Lake Huron in the Bruce Peninsula, Ontario, Canada...
SPINDRIFT:
spray swept by a violent wind along the surface of the sea.
1590-1600; variant of Scots speendrift spoondrift