Fern Hill

I wanted to pass this one on to Harper, really.  She lives up to her handle, and knows so much more about poetry than I do, or is just plain better at researching it than I am.  Our Fearsome — that is our Fearless Leader, however, insisted that I write this one since I shot the photos.  And, for once, I know a little bit about Welsh poetry — a very little bit, but I have a taste for Dylan Thomas.

I’m in front of the recreation of the Millennium Hall from RL Cardiff, complete with its huge front that most Americans know from the Christopher Eccleston episodes of Doctor Who, or from John Barrowman’s Torchwood.  But Cardiff, and Wales in general, have very little to do with cheezy science fiction.  Wales has long been a place for poets and musicians.  See the last words in the lines on the building behind me:  “IN THESE STONES / HORIZONS / SING.”

There have been many fine poets come from this little country, which is ever so slowly reclaiming its identity from England.  I did a little reading before starting to write this, but I still like Dylan Thomas the best.  A complex, maybe driven man, he wrote with insane speed, and he really didn’t “go gentle into that good night,” dying at the age of 39.  Despite chronic alcoholism, though, most biographers conclude that Thomas did not drink himself to death; instead, he probably died from lung troubles, or diabetes, aggravated by a friend trying to “treat” him instead of taking him to a hospital.

Most people know Dylan Thomas for “Do not go gentle into that good night,” or “And death shall have no dominion.”  But Harper’s favorite, and one of mine as well, was “Fern Hill,” which Harper heard being read back during the second season of the original Beauty and the Beast in the episode “Remember Love.”  Here’s the first two of five stanzas:

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
     The night above the dingle starry,
          Time let me hail and climb
     Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
          Trail with daisies and barley
     Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
     In the sun that is young once only,
          Time let me play and be
     Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
          And the sabbath rang slowly
     In the pebbles of the holy streams.


I’m wearing:

  • Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara
  • Hands: Vista ProHands
  • Eyes: IKON Sovereign (Passion)
  • Hair: enVOGUE Sophie
  • Dress and shoes: TO.KISKI Sun minidress and Frida shoes (available at current round of the Sense Event)
  • Jewelry: Maxi Gossamer Positano Night Jewel necklace and ring
  • Eyeshadow: SlackGirl GoldLine (Akeruka, slot 1)
  • Lipstick: Booty’s Beauty Fabulosa Hell (Omega, slot 10)
  • Nails: La Boheme Solids Chrome S4 (Omega, slot 7)

Photographed in Cardiff Bay region

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