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Bezig met laden... Dylan Thomas' Walesdoor Hilary Laurie
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Dylan Thomas returned time and again in his verse to Wales, particularly the area around Laugharne, which gave rise to his most famous verse play, Under Milk Wood. Come to know the Welsh towns and countryside that were his home and inspiration, with Hilary Laurie, the editor in charge of his estate, as your guide. The writer's haunts include Cwmdonkin Park opposite his parents' house in Swansea; his aunt's farm at Fernhill; the long, curving shore at Rhossili on the Gower peninsula; and the fields and farms around Llanstephan, where his mother's relatives lived. The color and black-and-white photographs show the places he loved, as well as Thomas himself--as a young boy posing in a photographer's studio with his mother, sister, and a family friend, preparing for a radio broadcast. A vivid sense of the man and the country he was so passionate about is conveyed in this book. 160 pages, 60 color illus., 40 b/w illus., 7 3/8 x 9 3/4. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)821.912Literature English English poetry 1900- 1900-1999 1900-1945LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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On death, of course these classic lines, though there is something to be said for calm, beautiful acceptance, and being a glorious, quiet sunset when the time comes, no? Is it possible to “believe” in both?
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas, on Dylan Thomas:
“One; I am a Welshman; two: I am a drunkard; three: I am a lover of the human race, especially of women.”
On home:
“I know that I am home again because I feel just as I felt when I was not at home, only more so.”
On ‘innocence’, and remaining ‘young and unwise’:
“Oh I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t.”
On youth:
“Then I was arrogant and lost. Now I am humble and found. I prefer that other.” ( )