Sunset, At Laugharne, For Dylan Thomas Poem by Michael Burch

Sunset, at Laugharne
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

At Laugharne, in his thirty-fifth year,
he watched the starkeyed hawk career;
he felt the vested heron bless,

and larks and finches everywhere
sank with the sun, their missives west—
where faith is light; his nightjarred breast

watched passion dovetail to its rest.

*

He watched the gulls above green shires
flock shrieking, fleeing priested shores
with silver fishes stilled on spears.

He felt the pressing weight of years
in ways he never had before—
that gravity no brightness spares

from sunken hills to unseen stars.
He saw his father's face in waves
which gently lapped Wales' gulled green bays.

He wrote as passion swelled to rage—
the dying light, the unturned page,
the unburned soul's devoured sage.

*

The words he gathered clung together
till night—the jetted raven's feather—
fell, fell... and all was as before...

till silence lapped Laugharne's dark shore
diminished, where his footsteps shone
in pools of fading light—no more.

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