Here’s the latest communique from our Irish correspondent Berna over in County Kildare— The current chill in Irish affairs seems to be extending to the weather:
Speaking of cold…….Here’s something about cold that I love, by Dylan Thomas:
“It’s almost too cold
to hold a pen this morning.
I’ve lost a toe since breakfast,
my nose is on its last nostril.
I’ve four sweaters on (including yours),
two pairs of trousers & socks,
a leather coat & a dressing gown.
Who was the French poet who had
alphabetically lettered underpants, and wore
every one up to H on a cold morning?”
I often think of this when I get out of my warm bed on cold mornings
before the heat kicks in. I have a really disreputable padded brown
overcoat that I wear on these cold mornings and think of Dylan Thomas.