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“Love in the Asylum,” by Dylan Thomas is about a crazy women in an asylum. At first, the speaker isn’t sure what to think about her, but soon finds he loves her. This poem has many metaphors, describing how the person talking feels about her.
Love In The Asylum
Dylan Thomas
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of
the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with
walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come
possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the
narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears
And taken by light in
her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
The poem “Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines” is an inspiring poem. It talks about how even though some things are not how you would like them to be and it seems like some things can't get better, they will always turn out to be how they were meant to be. "If God brings you to it, he will bring you through it." -Anonymous
Light Breaks
Where No Sun Shines
Dylan Thomas
Light breaks where no
sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the
thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the deeds of age;
Where no seed stirs
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shoes its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind
the yes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears
Night in the sockets
rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter’s robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on
secret lots
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
Analysis of “Elegy” by Dylan Thomas
In “Elegy,” Dylan Thomas uses the connection of his father being blind, to talk about his father’s death. This poem is about Thomas’s father’s death, but explains how Thomas felt about his father. His father was blind, and Thomas felt that he had to see things for his father. The following quotes explain this: “…broken and blind he died/…/The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed/…/Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw/Through his unseeing eyes…/…/Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide/…/And old blind man is with me where I go/Walking in the meadows of his son’s eye.” The first line of the quote states he’s blind, and through the next few lines of the poem, it keeps hinting about darkness and how Thomas’s father was blind. It then starts talking about how Thomas saw through his father’s eyes. You see this in the quote “…I see/Through his unseeing eyes.” This creates a connection between Dylan Thomas and his father. The last line of the quote shows that Thomas felt his father was living the life he had, but in lines before that, he felt that he was living his father’s life. Dylan Thomas, though his father’s eyes, creates a world which is feels he lives in, which is also how his father feels; seeing life through his sons’ eyes.
Elegy
Dylan Thomas
Too proud to die; broken and blind
he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cool kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day. Oh, forever
may
He lie lightly, at least, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and
never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother’s breast
Which was rest and dust, and in
the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,
I prayed in the crouching room,
but his blind bed,
In the muted house, on minute before
Noon, and night, and light. The rivers of the dead
Veined his poor hand I held, and I
saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,
I am not too proud to cry that He
and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain.
Being innocent, he dreaded that he
died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
The sticks of the house were his;
his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.
Out of his eyes I saw the last
light glide.
Here among the light of the lording sky
And old blind man is with me where I go
Walking in the meadows of his
son’s eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at least the spheres’
Last sound, the world going
without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.
O deepest wound of all that he
should die
On that darkest day. Oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.
Until I die he will not leave my side.)