Anglo-Welsh Literature - Fern Hill, How Green Was My Valley, Literature of Wales, Anglo-Welsh Poetry, Under Milk Wood (Paperback)

Purchase includes free access to book updates online and a free trial membership in the publisher's book club where you can select from more than a million books without charge. Chapters: Fern Hill, How Green Was My Valley, Literature of Wales, Anglo-Welsh Poetry, Under Milk Wood, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English, Green, Green My Valley Now, in My Craft or Sullen Art, and Death Shall Have No Dominion, Leisure. Excerpt: Under Milk Wood is a 1954 play for radio by Dylan Thomas, later adapted for the stage. A film version, Under Milk Wood directed by Andrew Sinclair, was released in 1972. An all-seeing narrator invites the audience to listen to the dreams and innermost thoughts of the inhabitants of an imaginary small Welsh village, Llareggub (which backwards is bugger all). They include Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard, relentlessly bossing her two dead husbands; Captain Cat, reliving his seafaring times; the two Mrs Dai Breads; Organ Morgan, obsessed with his music; and Polly Garter, pining for her dead lover. Later, the town wakes and, aware now of how their feelings affect whatever they do, we watch them go about their daily business. When Dylan Thomas was staying in New Quay one winter, he went out early one morning into the still sleeping town and verses came to his mind about the inhabitants. He wrote the account of this as Quite Early One Morning (recorded for BBC Wales 14 December 1944 and broadcast 31 August 1945). He continued to work on the idea for eight years. In Quite Early One Morning there are numerous ideas and characters which would come to fruition in Under Milk Wood. For instance, the short story contains a 28-line poem of which this is the fourth verse; the name and the final line reappear in Under Milk Wood. Open the curtains, light the fire, what are servants for?I am Mrs Ogmore Pritchard and I want another snooze.Dust the china, feed the canary, sweep the drawing-room floor;And before you let the sun in, mind ...