Tag Archives: Dylan Thomas

The Shawling Snow —-

Somehow when a poet writes about it, even relentless snowstorm-after-snowstorm takes on its own beauty: Here is Dylan Thomas, writing in A Child’s Christmas in Wales: “Our snow was not only shaken from whitewash buckets down the sky, it came … Continue reading

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Erratic Journal: It’s Cold in Ireland!

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 … Continue reading

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