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5. Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)
Life
    If the 1930s belonged to Auden, then the 1940s must be called the time of Dylan Thomas, a Welsh. Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea, Wales and educated at Swansea Grammar School run by his father. In childhood, he read all of D. H. Lawrence’s poetry, impressed by Lawrence's descriptions of a vivid natural world. Fascinated by language, he excelled in English and reading, but neglected other subjects and dropped out of school at sixteen. Then he became a journalist for a popular newspaper, which published his first anthology in 1934, The Eighteen Poems. The first collection was proved to be a success due to its charming and song-like alliteration and internal rhymes and its eccentric violence of imagery. Thomas did not sympathize with W. H. Auden and T. S. Eliot’s thematic concerns with social and intellectual issues, and his writing, with its intense lyricism and highly charged emotion, has more in common with the eighties century Romanticism. It seemed as though a Neo-Romantic tradition had been adapted to English poetry.
    Neo-Romanticism used to be a literary trend first applied to novel writing, prevailing at the end of the ninetieth century. Robert Louis Stevenson and other Neo-Romantic writers opposed to the idea that life reflected reality. They thought that the task of art should nourish the reader’s imagination. Dissatisfied with the ugly social reality, they refuse to write about it. They did not admit any connection between art and morality. In their opinion, the artist should not teach the reader but create interesting pictures and tell pleasing adventures.
    Two years later, in 1936, Thomas published Twenty-five Poems (1936), followed by Map of Love (1939) and Death and Entrance (1946), the last one bringing him public reputation on both sides of the Atlantic.
     In 1940, he also published the autobiographic novel, The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. Thomas was a brilliant speaker and often read his poems on B.B.C. During the years from 1950-1953, he went on a tour throughout the U.S.A. and made powerful and amazing readings of his own and other people’s poetry. But his Bohemianism and fatalistic addiction to alcohol led to his sudden and premature death from alcoholism in New York, at the age of 39. A year after his death, in 1954, his most ambitious work— the radio play Under Milk Wood, was first broadcasted by B.B.C., then staged and published.
    The themes of Thomas’s poetry often concern with birth, death, love and their interrelatedness. Life, to Thomas, is a cycle in which love leads to a new birth, which in turn leads to death and to a new life. In his poems, death and life, getting old and growing-up, nature and human beings, all mixed into an organic whole.


Poems
    Thomas is a poet of great lyrical gift. As a Welsh poet, he followed the tradition of Welsh bardic poetry, which often pays little attention to formal grammar and thus adds to the obscurity in meaning. “The Hunchback in the Park” is a vivid character sketch of a hunchback the poet encountered in the park.

                       All night in the unmade park
                       After the railings and shrubberies
                       The birds the grass the trees the lake
                       And the wild boys innocent as strawberries
                       Had followed the hunchback
                       To his kennel in the dark.

     This poem is of almost total absence of punctuation marks, there being only 2 full stops in seven stanzas of 42 lines and no commas at all.
    Influenced by Hopkins, Thomas was extremely fond of and good at alliteration, internal rhymes and “sprung rhythm”. This can be best seen in his “Poem in October”:

                       It was my thirtieth year to heaven
                       Work to my hearing from harbor and neighbor wood.

        And the next two stanzas read:

                                 My birthday began with the water-
                        Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
                                 Above the farms and the white horses
                                                 And I rose

                                        In rainy autumn
                         And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
                         High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
                                         Over the border.

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