Mentor

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Influence of a Welsh poet.

Submitted: January 05, 2008

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Mentor


In my youth
you took me on a
walking tour of Wales -
my ancestral home still unvisited -
by means of words alone.
I heard the birds,
and running feet upon the sand,
indeed, all creatures great and small,
seen from your house upon
the Welsh and reverent shore.

You taught me:
- to hear the fluid tone of words,
the lively pronunciation of the English tongue
through a Welshman’s lips.
- that poetry is all aloud,
spoken and not read,
or the meaning’s lost
and the writing’s been in vain.

Through your words I met
so-called statesmen –
cowards really –
and heard the agony
of loosing loved ones,
of dying children
in the Blitz.

On your written pages
I found you describing love,
and lust -
and metaphors
of fundamental humanness
that stay forever in the memory.

And while I don’t think much
of the liquid muse you chose -
that you abused until she killed
prematurely -
on any sober day,
I would argue,
you overmatched the poets of
your age.

And this Welshman –
by distant derivation now -
chooses to member you,
as common human clay
who wrote his heart upon each page,
and occasionally,
just occasionally –
as any good Welshman should,
gave the praise to God.



James Gagiikwe 2008

Author's Note:

Refer to Dylan Thomas' poem In My Craft and Sullen Art, and the Author's Pologue to his Collected Works.


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