Tuesday, 25 May 2010
As I ponder about what to post for this week's Tuesday Poem, heavy rain falls upon New Zealand. Where I live, so far there is no accompanying wind, so it is falling softly and secretly, calmly unwrapping its contents. No doubt there are some who will be awake throughout the night, keeping an eye on flood waters. I am fond of rain and its ability (in small doses) to clean and heal.
In a poem by Dylan Thomas titled 'We Lying By Seasand,' he describes sand taking over rock;
'... wish for the wind to blow away
The strata of the shore and drown red rock ...'
And in another part of the poem:
'The lunar silences, the silent tide
Lapping the still canals, the dry tide-master
Ribbed between desert and water storm,
Should cure our ills of the water
With one-coloured calm ... '
Thomas died in November, 1953 (the year I was born) before the modern swoop of 'global warming' as we know it, and before our greed for the earth's resources caused the devastation we see in such disasters as the BP oil slick in the Mexican Gulf.
Thomas is said to have said that the meaning of a poem was secondary to him as he was more interested in the musicality of a poem. He stated that the poems that most influenced him were the Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes of his childhood.
My favourite Thomas poem is 'The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower'. I am fully confident that Nursey Rhymes are totally free of copyright, but I'm not so confident that the poems of Dylan Thomas are as free. I decided to play it safe for my 'Tuesday Poem' and post a nursery rhyme - one that has been going round and round in my head lately.
'I do not like thee Dr Fell
The reason why I cannot tell,
But this I know and know full well,
I do not like thee Dr Fell'.
This rhyme was written by Tom Brown in 1680 and describes a real Dr Fell, one of Tom Brown's school masters, but it wasn't included in Mother Goose Collections until 1926 when it appeared in 'Less Familiar Nursery Rhymes' by Robert Graves. It is a little rhyme that can be applied to many things - but perhaps currently, to the human greed that threatens to topple the fine balance of life on this planet, over into the diabolicle.
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