{"id":3639,"date":"2013-10-27T22:01:33","date_gmt":"2013-10-28T02:01:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sienafallsmedia.com\/callandresponse\/?p=3639"},"modified":"2013-10-27T22:01:33","modified_gmt":"2013-10-28T02:01:33","slug":"october","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sienafallsmedia.com\/callandresponse\/october\/","title":{"rendered":"October"},"content":{"rendered":"

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First Call: Ghostly Graveyard — Cheryl<\/h6>\n

Poem in October<\/p>\n

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
\nWoke to my hearing from harbour and neighbor wood
\nAnd the mussel pooled and the heron
\nPriested shore
\nThe morning beckon
\nWith water praying and call of seagull and rook
\nAnd the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
\nMyself to set foot
\nThat second
\nIn the still sleeping town and set forth.<\/p>\n

My birthday began with the water \u2014
\nBirds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
\nAbove the farms and the white horses
\nAnd I rose
\nIn rainy autumn
\nAnd walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
\nHigh tide and the heron dived when I took the road
\nOver the border
\nAnd the gates
\nOf the town closed as the town awoke.<\/p>\n

A springful of larks in a rolling
\nCloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
\nBlackbirds and the sun of October
\nSummery
\nOn the hill’s shoulder,
\nHere were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
\nCome in the morning where I wandered and listened
\nTo the rain wringing
\nWind blow cold
\nIn the wood faraway under me.<\/p>\n

Pale rain over the dwindling harbour
\nAnd over the sea wet church the size of a snail
\nWith its horns through mist and the castle
\nBrown as owls
\nBut all the gardens
\nOf spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
\nBeyond the border and under the lark full cloud.
\nThere could I marvel
\nMy birthday
\nAway but the weather turned around.<\/p>\n

It turned away from the blithe country
\nAnd down the other air and the blue altered sky
\nSteamed again a wonder of summer
\nWith apples
\nPears and red currants
\nAnd I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s
\nForgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
\nThrough the parables
\nOf sun light
\nAnd the legends of the green chapels<\/p>\n

And the twice told fields of infancy
\nThat his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
\nThese were the woods the river and sea
\nWhere a boy
\nIn the the listening
\nSummertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
\nTo the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
\nAnd the mystery
\nSang alive
\nStill in the water and singing birds.<\/p>\n

And there could I marvel my birthday
\nAway but the weather turned around. And the true
\nJoy of the long dead child sang burning
\nIn the sun.
\nIt was my thirtieth
\nYear to heaven stood there in the summer noon
\nThought the town below lay leaved with October blood.
\nO may my heart’s truth
\nStill be sung
\nOn this high hill in a year’s turning.<\/p>\n

\u2014Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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