The header on this blog says "my stories told with the help of my art, photography, poetry, and music..." but there isn't much poetry on here, so I want to share one of my all time favorite poems. This poem is for all us artist that do what we do for the love of it. Can't take credit for writing this, unfortunately. It was written by Dylan Thomas, one of my favorite poets, and it's pretty deep. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, and find the same inspiration in it that I did!
In my Craft or Sullen Art
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
- Dylan Thomas
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