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Fern Hill. Dylan Thomas. 1914 –. 1953. Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs. About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb. Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
‘Fern Hill’ is Dylan Thomas’ poetic journey into the realms of childhood, capturing the elusive joy that often fades in adulthood.
Dylan Thomas based his 1945 poem "Fern Hill" on childhood experiences at his aunt's farm in Wales, where he grew up. The poem is filled with intensely lyrical language and rich metaphorical descriptions that capture the excitement and joy of playing outside as a child and feeling in harmony with the natural world.
Fern Hill. Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with ...
Fern Hill" (1945) is a poem by the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, first published in Horizon magazine in October 1945, with its first book publication in 1946 as the last poem in Deaths and Entrances.
“Fern Hill” by Dylan Thomas is a lyrical poem that encapsulates the essence of nostalgia and the inexorable passage of time. Written by one of the 20th century’s most prominent poets, Dylan Thomas, this poem delves into the poignant memories of childhood summers spent at his aunt’s farm in Wales.
May 15, 2021 · Read, review and discuss the Fern Hill poem by Dylan Thomas on Poetry.com.
Dive deep into Dylan Thomas' Fern Hill with extended analysis, commentary, and discussion.
Dylan Thomas. 1914 –. 1953. Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs. About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb. Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns.
Fern Hill. Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs. About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb. Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns.
