{"id":779,"date":"2013-12-03T16:00:10","date_gmt":"2013-12-03T16:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/176.32.230.19\/dylanthomas.com\/?page_id=779"},"modified":"2013-12-03T16:00:10","modified_gmt":"2013-12-03T16:00:10","slug":"notebook-poems-1930-34","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.dylanthomas.com\/cy\/dylan\/gwaith-dylan\/notebook-poems-1930-34\/","title":{"rendered":"Notebook Poems 1930-34"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Dylan Thomas: The Notebook Poems 1930-34, golygwyd gan Ralph Maud (Llundain: Everyman, 1999:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Dechreuodd Dylan Thomas y cyntaf o&#8217;i nodiaduron presennol pan oedd yn 15 oed ac yn byw yn 5 Rhodfa Cwmdoncyn, Abertawe. Parh\u00e2i&#8217;r rhain nes ei fod yn 19 oed a daethant i ben pan ddechreuodd ddewis cerddi ohonynt ar gyfer ei gasgliad cyntaf,<em>18 Poems<\/em>, a gyhoeddwyd ym 1934. Roedd cerddi o&#8217;r nodiaduron hefyd yn sylfaen i <em>Twenty-Five Poems<\/em>\u00a0(1936) a chafodd rhai ohonynt eu cynnwys yn <em>The Map of Love<\/em>\u00a0(1939) a\u00a0<em>Deaths and Entrances<\/em>\u00a0(1946).<\/p>\n<p>Dyma deitlau&#8217;r holl gerddi a gyhoeddwyd yn <em>The Notebook Poems<\/em>. Nodir y llinell gyntaf lle nad oes teitl ar gerdd.<\/p>\n<div id=\"articleindent\">\n<p><strong>Juvenilia from Manuscripts:<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>The Mishap<\/li>\n<li>The Maniac<\/li>\n<li>Song to a Child at Night-Time<\/li>\n<li>You hold the ilex by its stem<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Verse from\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Swansea<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>Grammar School<\/strong><strong>\u00a0Magazine:<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>A Ballad of Salad<\/li>\n<li>Request to an Obliging Poet<\/li>\n<li>In Borrowed Plumes<\/li>\n<li>The Sincerest Form of Flattery<\/li>\n<li>The Callous Stars<\/li>\n<li>Two Decorations<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Poems from the story, &#8216;The Fight&#8217;<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Frivolous is my hate<\/li>\n<li>Warp<\/li>\n<li>The Grass Blade&#8217;s Psalm<\/li>\n<li>One has found a delicate power<\/li>\n<li>The shepherd blew upon his reed<\/li>\n<li>The Shepherd to his Lass<\/li>\n<li>The rod can lift its twining head<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>1930 Notebook:<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Osiris, Come to Isis<\/li>\n<li>The lion-fruit goes from my thumb<\/li>\n<li>Poem Written on the Death of a Very Dear Illusion<\/li>\n<li>You shall not despair<\/li>\n<li>My vitality overwhelms you<\/li>\n<li>And so the New Love Came<\/li>\n<li>On Watching Goldfish<\/li>\n<li>The lion, lapping the water<\/li>\n<li>I Am Aware<\/li>\n<li>My river, even though it lifts<\/li>\n<li>The corn blows from side to side lightly<\/li>\n<li>We will be conscious of our sanctity<\/li>\n<li>I have come to catch your voice<\/li>\n<li>My love is deep night<\/li>\n<li>When your furious motion is steadied,<\/li>\n<li>No thought can trouble my unwholesome pose<\/li>\n<li>The hill or sea and sky is carried<\/li>\n<li>So I sink myself in the moment<\/li>\n<li>No, pigeon, I&#8217;m too wise<\/li>\n<li>The cavern shelters me from harm<\/li>\n<li>Woman on Tapestry<\/li>\n<li>Pillar breaks, and mask is cleft<\/li>\n<li>It&#8217;s light that makes the intervals<\/li>\n<li>Let me escape<\/li>\n<li>Oh, dear, angelic time &#8211; go on<\/li>\n<li>And the ghost rose up to interrogate<\/li>\n<li>When I allow myself to fly<\/li>\n<li>Admit the Sun<\/li>\n<li>A Section of a Poem called &#8216;Hassan&#8217;s Journey into the World&#8217;<\/li>\n<li>I know this vicious minute&#8217;s hour<\/li>\n<li>Claudetta, You, and Me<\/li>\n<li>Come, black-tressed Claudetta, home<\/li>\n<li>Cool, oh no cool<\/li>\n<li>They brought you mandolins<\/li>\n<li>The air you breathe encroaches<\/li>\n<li>When all your tunes have caused<\/li>\n<li>Written in a classroom<\/li>\n<li>Hand in hand Orpheus<\/li>\n<li>I, poor romantic, held her heel<\/li>\n<li>Oh! 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It is the oldest cry<\/li>\n<li>To take to give is all, return what given<\/li>\n<li>No faith to fix the teeth on carries<\/li>\n<li>Out of a war of wits, when folly of words<\/li>\n<li>In wasting one drop from the heart&#8217;s honey cells<\/li>\n<li>With all the fever of the August months<\/li>\n<li>Their faces shone under some radiance<\/li>\n<li>See, on gravel paths under the harpstrung trees<\/li>\n<li>Make me a mask to shut from razor glances<\/li>\n<li>To follow the fox at the hounds&#8217; tails<\/li>\n<li>The ploughman&#8217;s gone, the hansom driver<\/li>\n<li>Light, I know, treads the ten million stars<\/li>\n<li>My body knows it wants that, often high<\/li>\n<li>And death shall have no dominion<\/li>\n<li>Within his head revolved a little world<\/li>\n<li>Not from this anger, anticlimax after<\/li>\n<li>The first ten years in school and park<\/li>\n<li>Pass through twelve stages, reach the fifth<\/li>\n<li>First there was the lamb on knocking knees<\/li>\n<li>We lying by seasand watching yellow<\/li>\n<li>Before We Sinned<\/li>\n<li>Now understand a state of being, heaven<\/li>\n<li>Interrogating smile has spoken death<\/li>\n<li>No man believes, when a star falls shot<\/li>\n<li>When I lie in my bed and the moon lies in hers<\/li>\n<li>The tombstone tells how she died<\/li>\n<li>Why east wind chills and south wind cools<\/li>\n<li>This is remembered when the hairs drop out<\/li>\n<li>In me ten paradoxes make one truth<\/li>\n<li>A woman wails her dead among the trees<\/li>\n<li>Praise to the architects<\/li>\n<li>Here in this spring, stars float along the void<\/li>\n<li>A praise of acid or a chemist&#8217;s lotion<\/li>\n<li>Too many times my same sick cry<\/li>\n<li>We have the fairy tales by heart<\/li>\n<li>Find meat on bones that soon have none<\/li>\n<li>Ears in the turrets hear<\/li>\n<li>The woman speaks:<\/li>\n<li>Let the brain bear the hammering<\/li>\n<li>The minute is a prisoner in the hour<\/li>\n<li>Shall gods be said to thump the cloud<\/li>\n<li>Matthias spat upon the lord<\/li>\n<li>August 1933 Notebook<\/li>\n<li>The hand that signed the paper felled a city<\/li>\n<li>Let for one moment a faith statement<\/li>\n<li>You are the ruler of this realm of flesh<\/li>\n<li>That the sum saintly might add to nought<\/li>\n<li>Grief, thief of time, crawls off<\/li>\n<li>Shiloh&#8217;s seed shall not be sown<\/li>\n<li>Before I knocked and flesh let enter<\/li>\n<li>We see rise the secret wind behind the brain<\/li>\n<li>Take the needles and the knives<\/li>\n<li>Not forever shall the lord of the red hail<\/li>\n<li>Before we mothernaked fall<\/li>\n<li>The sun burns the morning, a bush in the brain<\/li>\n<li>My hero bares his nerves along my wrist<\/li>\n<li>In the beginning was the three-pointed star<\/li>\n<li>Love me, not as the dreamy nurses<\/li>\n<li>For loss of blood I fell where stony hills<\/li>\n<li>Jack, my father, let the knaves<\/li>\n<li>The girl, unlacing, trusts her breast<\/li>\n<li>Through these lashed rings set deep inside their hollows<\/li>\n<li>Ape and ass both spit me forth<\/li>\n<li>The eye of sleep turned on me like a moon<\/li>\n<li>The force that through the green fuse drives the flower<\/li>\n<li>From love&#8217;s first fever to her plague, from the soft second<\/li>\n<li>The almanac of time hangs in the brain<\/li>\n<li>And from the first declension of the flesh<\/li>\n<li>All that I owe the fellows of the grave<\/li>\n<li>Here lie the beasts of man and here I feast<\/li>\n<li>When once the twilight locks no longer<\/li>\n<li>Light breaks where no sun shines<\/li>\n<li>I fellowed sleep who kissed between the brains<\/li>\n<li>See, says the lime, my wicked milks<\/li>\n<li>This bread I break was once the oak<\/li>\n<li>Your pain shall be music in your string<\/li>\n<li>A process in the weather of the heart<\/li>\n<li>Foster the light, nor veil the bushy sun<\/li>\n<li>The shades of girls all flavoured from their shrouds<\/li>\n<li>In this our age the gunman and his moll<\/li>\n<li>Which is the world? Of my two sleepings, which<\/li>\n<li>Where once the waters of your face<\/li>\n<li>I see the boys of summer in their ruin<\/li>\n<li>In the beginning was the three-pointed star<\/li>\n<li>If I was tickled by the rub of love<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Collateral Poems<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>I have not moulded this marble<\/li>\n<li>Calling temerity to see<\/li>\n<li>You too have seen the sun a bird of fire<\/li>\n<li>That sanity be kept<\/li>\n<li>That the sum sanity might add to nought<\/li>\n<li>Do you not father me, nor the erected arm<\/li>\n<li>Foster the light, nor veil the feeling moon<\/li>\n<li>First I knew the lamb on knocking knees<\/li>\n<li>You breath was shed<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dylan Thomas: The Notebook Poems 1930-34, golygwyd gan Ralph Maud (Llundain: Everyman, 1999: Dechreuodd Dylan Thomas y cyntaf o&#8217;i nodiaduron presennol pan oedd yn 15 oed ac yn byw yn 5 Rhodfa Cwmdoncyn, Abertawe. 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