The Edge of Love
November 14, 2008
The story goes in London and Wales during The Second World War,
A story of a Love Triangle, In the middle of it is the Brilliant Welsh Poet Dylan Thomas who finds himself in Love with two free-spirited women ,
His childhood Sweetheart Vera Phillips and his wife Caitlin Thomas .
The story explores the complexities between Dylan, the two women and captain William Killick who would be Vera’s husband ,
And on the other hand the bohemian underworld of war torn London.
Here, I will post every poetic Line was told by Dylan during the Movie ..
I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors’ continual cry
Growing more terrible
As the day goes over the hill
into the deep sea
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper.
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Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid
Was A Man Aged A Hundred.
When the morning
was waking over the war
He put on his clothes
and stepped out and he died
The locks yawned loose
as a blast blew them wide
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A stranger has come
To share my room in the house
Not right in the head
A girl mad as birds
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light
through the bouncing wall
Possessed by the skies
And taken by light in her arms
at long and dear last
I may, without fail
Suffer the first vision
that set fire to the stars.
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Forgive us your death
that myselves the believers
May hold it in a great flood
Till the blood shall spurt
And the dust shall sing like a bird
As the grains blow,
as your death grows, through our heart
Crying
Your dying
Cry
Child beyond cockcrow by the fire-dwarfed
Street we chant the flying sea
In the body bereft
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When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold
Sighed the old ram rod dying of women
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood
The rude owl cried like a telltale tit
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Ninepin down on the donkeys’ common
And on seesaw Sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
All the green leaved
little weddings’ wives
In the coal black bush and let them grieve
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In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition nor bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
on the ivory stages
But for the common wages
of their most secret heart
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Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages
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I must mention A scene influenced some rules of mine about Love,
Vera : Why?
Dylan: You.
Vera : Leave Caitlin.
Go on. Leave Caitlin.
You’ve got rid of the opposition.
Now you come on.
Leave your wife and live with me.
Do you see?
You want a 15-year-old girl back on the beach.
Not me.
You don’t even see me, do you?
Dylan!
All you’ve got is stories in your head. Words.
And I have to be real.
William… makes me real.
If you have sent
my beloved husband to jail…
I will never forgive you.
November 21, 2008 at 8:15 pm
You are as I am … though I never show it… hopelessly romantic… imagine if?
This seems beautiful… I shall have to watch