Fern Hill Comments

One of the greatest poets of all time and he's Welsh : )

This poem is among a few that continues to sing to my spirit almost fifty years after my first reading, the beauty of the language and the sheer joy of youth continues to enthrall me. This for me is a wonderful poem.

I still recall teaching this lyrical poem to a sixth form class, who liked it-as I did. Thomas gives idyllic memories of his childhood, with striking images, ' I was prince of the apple towns'. That reminded me of picking apples in someone's orchard, unknown to the owner. 'Time held me green and dying/ Though I sang in my chains like the sea'.

Brilliant Dylan Thomas.You sir are once in a lifetime.

This ' sucks. It's not 'deep' its just confusing and lacking of a meaning or point. I have severe insomnia, and this actually put me to sleep for once. Thank you Dylan Thomas for sucking so much hairy monkey rock that you can cure people's sleeping troubles.

All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark. great great write great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++

His is an amazing poem written by Dylan Thomas. This is Rich and full of amazing imagery

Myra Morgan introduced me to Dylan Thomas fifty years ago. The richness of his imagery continues to grow over the years.

As a simple soul myself I find this poem quite difficult.For me AE Houseman’s ‘Into My Heart An Air That Kills’, from ‘A Shropshire Lad’ says everything in eight simple, beautiful lines.No matter how many times I read it, it never fails to bring a lump to my throat or a tear to my eye (usually both) .i love Dylan Thomas, ’Under Milk Wood’ is magical, but Houseman wins this one.

A wonderful nostalgic memory of carefree childhood untrammelled by the guilt and decadence of Pleasures which become soured as age propels you away from lost innocence. Favourite poem.

i like under milk wood by dylan tohmas i think it is relley good

If I wrote like that, I would be lambasted. Terrible.

I was thinking about this poem at my Grandson's 4th birthday party, and the phrase 'green, and dying'- because they are already on a one way course to old age- seemed really apt.

Simply one of the purest and most musical of poems. Magical, breathlessly sonic and soulful, to be read again and again.

As a child I regularly visited my great-uncle's farm in the Yorkshire Dales, UK. This poem so completely recreates that time that although I was a professional reader I cannot speak Fern Hill aloud without choking up.

I could smell the hay, feel the breeze, and run with the wind on Fern Farm. Good to have memories to cozy up to and take you away for a moment.

One thing i observed, his fondness to natural environment is vividly reflected in this poem.

u guys are idiots and should rethink your whole lives while u actually read poems

One of Dylan Thomas's best poems. The sheer delight of childhood imagination just pours from this poem. But the stealthy thief of childhood, time, lurks in the background

I recall how this poem moved me when I was in my early twenties (mid 1960s) , engaging me to challenge those physical, moral and social boundaries of my youth like so many of my contemporaries. Reading it now in my 70's reinvigorates my spirit: I am still young and easy and grateful that Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means.