A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
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This poem from18Poems(1934) is a type of ontological weather report, as the poet references a flow of metaphorical weather patterns - 'weather of the heart'; 'weather on the eye'; 'weather in the flesh and bone'; 'weather of the world" - as our lives are as unpredictable as these weather patterns.
disliked it because it kept reapeating words but it was quite good over all not a big fan though
I love how he strings his words: A process in the weather of the world Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child Sits in their double shade. A process blows the moon into the sun, Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin; And the heart gives up its dead.
A concatenation of high-sounding and meaningless phrases. If Thomas had routed his poetry though his brain he would have been a much better poet.
You're obviously not Welsh, this poetry is way above your intellectual grasp.
Boring 😕😕😕😕😕😕😕