EqLit – Thomas

Dylan Thomas

With wild sea fillies and soaking bridles.
With salty cobs and gusts in their limbs.
All the horses of his haul of miracles.
Gallop through the arched green farms,
Trot and gallop with gulls upon them
And thunderbolts in their manes.

Dylan Thomas

Excerpt from the poem “Fern Hill”

All the moon long I heard, blessed among the stables, the nightjars

Flying with the ricks, and the horses

Flashing into the dark…

…In the first, spinning place, the horses walking warm

Out of the whinniying green stable

Onto the fields of praise.