Biographical Poetry posted August 13, 2023


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A (Short) Portrait of an Artist

by Debbie D'Arcy

His childhood roamed so wild and free
In "lamb white days" of joy,
With sunlight born o'er restless sea
And all the world his toy.
 
He found a love so pure and true 
In words - their soul and might -
And knew that nothing else would do
But simply read and write.
 
And so from "green and golden" age,
In reading he'd rejoice
But only if he'd then engage
In books of his own choice.
 
He'd play with words with love and awe
And weave them through his art.
His magic sang through all he saw,
Versed romance from his heart.
 
His spirit was more avant-garde,
He wrote of life much blessed.
Whilst war had left a country scarred,
His passion now impressed.
 
Through "rage" to live his life at pace,
Seek vainly to be free,
He knew that time and death would race
To chain him like the sea.
 
His faith would form fluidity,
He'd known it from a boy.
'Twould chime with continuity
The cycle of life's joy.
 
This unity infused his verse
Twixt man and living things.
In image that was oft perverse,
His fantasy took wings.
 
But flux and fame would serve to mar
And darken sunlit years.
Where once he'd been a guiding star,
His drinking raised new fears.
 
And, maybe, when that child inside
Was parted from those dear,
His vision left a gap so wide - 
He lost that "heyday" cheer.
 
But, with his craft, he scaled the crest,
Inspired his words with heart.
He ranks among the very best -
A master in his art!
 
 
 
 
 



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Image of his boathouse in Laugharne, SW Wales, a sanctuary where he wrote much of his work.

Poet, playwright, story-teller (DT) 1914-1953. Born in Swansea, South Wales. Died in a New York hospital of a serious case of pneumonia that the doctor ignored. He had been undertaking a reading tour in the US.

Words in inverted commas (in stanza 1,2 and 10) from his poem "Fern Hill," written in 1945, reminiscing about joyful childhood ("Though I sang in my chains like the sea.") "Rage" in stanza 6 - from "Do not go gentle into that good night" - written 1947 (see below for detail).

Stanza 2 - "....my love for the real life of words increased until I knew that I must live with them and in them, always. I knew, in fact, that I must be a writer of words and nothing else."

Stanza 3 - "My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out."

Stanza 4 - "The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone."

Stanza 6 - "Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light" Actually written for his father who was going blind but also interpreted as a call for him to challenge death. Notably, however, 'night' is not loaded with negativity .

Stanza 7 & 8 - "I have never sat down and studied the Bible..." "All of the Bible that I use in my work is remembered from childhood and is the common property of all who were brought up in English-speaking communities."
"These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God and I'd be a damn fool if they weren't."

Stanza 9 - "An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you."

Stanza 10 - "Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity."
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