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Walking by her side along the narrow path, he heard no discord in the crying together of the gulls. She pointed out bird and bush with her finger, illuminating a new loveliness in the wings and leaves, in the sour churning of water over pebbles, and a new life in the dead branches of the trees.
It is quiet here, she said as they stood looking out to sea and the dark coming over the land. Is it always as quiet?
Not when the storms come in with the tide, he said. Boys play behind the hill, lovers go down to the shore.
Dylan Thomas, 'The Mouse and the Woman,' from Adventures in the Skin Trade, New Directions, 1964, p. 101.
TIME: 19th or 20th c.?
PLACE: Wales
CIRCUMSTANCE: a madman dreams of his woman
Real things kept changing places with unreal, and, as a bird burst into song, he heard the springs rattle far back in its throat.
Dylan Thomas, 'The Mouse and the Woman,' from Adventures in the Skin Trade, New Directions 1964, p. 106.
TIME: 19th or 20th c.?
PLACE: Wales
CIRCUMSTANCE: a madman dreams
He heard the corn sway from side to side above him, and the noise of the birds who whistled from the branches of the trees that hid the house ... He could think of no words to say how wonderful the summer was, or the noise of the woodpigeons, or the lazy corn blowing in the half-wind from the sea at the river's end.
Dylan Thomas, 'A prospect of the Sea,' from Adventures in the Skin Trade, New Directions, 1964, p. 118-119.
TIME: l9th or 20th c.?
PLACE: Wales
CIRCUMSTANCE: a young boy lies in the cornfields
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