In My Craft Or Sullen Art

Rating: 3.7

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
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

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Quintana 28 September 2009

This is what poetry is about

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Robert Howard 24 December 2006

The ultimate poetic declaration of allegiance to artistic integrity.

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit

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Denis Prosser 12 June 2013

A beautiful poem - this man had a way with words.

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Shaun Cronick 01 July 2019

The poetry master.One of his best.Nos da Dylan.

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Paul Amrod 16 March 2018

where did my comment go

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Paul Amrod 16 March 2018

This has been my choice for the only poem I have set to music from Dylan Thomas. I have utterly always adored him.

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Richard Wlodarski 30 November 2016

With a poem like this, one can easily see why Robert Zimmerman chose the stage name Bob Dylan! ! !

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Ratnakar Mandlik 28 February 2016

Awesome poem conceived beautifully and versified in equally beautiful manner. Thanks for sharing here.

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