Dylan Thomas, In the Beginning​

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A writer commenting on the Most Wanted post today describes a synchronous event related to the name Dylan Thomas, a tabla player of Ravi Shankar, and a son named Dylan. I'm continuing the thread and checking whether the poet Dylan Thomas wrote any poetry that might express the idea of associations of a profound, mysterious nature. Actually, his work is filled with such allusions.

 

Here's one called In the Beginning. It portends what it's like for our awareness to heighten as we imagine the origins of elements and notice the vitality of a universe speaking to us directly through signs.

 

In the beginning was the three-pointed star,

One smile of light across the empty face;

One bough of bone across the rooting air,

The substance forked that marrowed the first sun;

And, burning ciphers on the round of space,

Heaven and hell mixed as they spun.

 

In the beginning was the pale signature,

Three-syllabled and starry as the smile;

And after came the imprints on the water,

Stamp of the minted face upon the moon’

The blood that touched the crosstree and the grail

Touched the first cloud and left a sign.

 

In the beginning was the mounting fire

That set alight the weathers from a spark,

A three-eyed, red-eyed spark, blunt as a flower;

Life rose and spouted from the rolling seas,

Burst in the roots, pumped from the earth and rock

The secret oils that drive the grass.

 

In the beginning was the word,

The word that from the solid bases of the light

Abstracted all the letters of the void;

And from the cloudy bases of the breath

The word flowed up, translating to the heart

First the characters of birth and death.

 

In the beginning was the secret brain.

The brain was celled and soldered in the thought

Before the pitch was forking to a sun;

Before the veins were shaking in their sieve,

Blood shot and scattered to the winds of light

The ribbed original of love.

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