[…] My birthday began with the water— Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses And I rose In a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days High tide and the heron dived when I took the road Over the border And the gates Of the town closed as the town awoke.
Dylan Thomas (b. 27 Oct 1914), from “Poem in October,” in Collected Poems









