The "boat house" was a shed near Thomas's residence, a place to which Thomas would retreat to write his poems.
To Dylan Thomas
Hoist me a pint of ale in the old boat house;
Keep sabbath without fail in the old boat house.
Wield me a poem of ultimate genesis' thunder:
Write till the crows go pale at the old boat house.
Breezes of Laugharne, perpetually fresh!
Nothing ever goes stale in the old boat house!
Jonah me, Moby me, humpbacked and blubbered:
Spend three days in the whale of the old boat house!
Come to the confines of your monastic keep:
Lock yourself in the jail of the old boat house!
Message me in a bottle, lyric lord of Wales:
I’ll send my fan mail to the old boat house.
Let druids rise up from their moss-grown graves
And bless each rusty nail of the old boat house!
Heron and cormorant, he-gull and she-gull
Soar and wade and sail by the old boat house.
I praise your psalm-shed, beer-brawny word-worker:
Hosanna, hurrah, and hail to the old boat house!
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2017-08-31 at 09:41
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