It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
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Another poem by Dylan Thomas which I had some success in teaching to high school students. Some beautiful, haunting images, ''It was my thirtieth/ Year to heaven...'
Oktubre, as I use to say.Oh Red October is not an easy month to be born at.This is a too many times readed poem and everytime we can read it different.Can I make an intelligent comment.No..I leave it to brilliant ones. Oktubre is red and purple.
Madarhod