On the trail of trail-blazing poet
by Gwen Herat in Swansea
‘Swansea is still the best place in the world’..... thus wrote its
most famous son. He wrote this to an old friend in 1938 but the
residents and the visitors see a different Swansea from what Dylan
Thomas grew up in.
Statue of Dylan Thomas in Swansea Pic by Gwen Herat. |
Even during his lifetime, the German Luftwaffe’s Three Nights Blitz
had bombed the heart of the city leaving it a desolate city which Dylan
described movingly in his first radio play, Return Journey broadcast in
1947. Since then the city developed further with modern alterations that
prompted Dylan to say ‘My ugly, lovely town is now a city’.
But this city contains a wealth of solid and tangible relics. They
remain and remind Dylan’s Swansea which they will remind all to
discover. Even today, when I wander through Swansea, it gives me more
than a hint of where Dylan was born, where he grew up, worked and
played. I have visited Swansea over ten times and it gives me the same
joy I derive when I visit Shakespeare’s birthplace at Stratford.
Happy couple: Dylan and Caitlin Thomas shortly after they were
married |
Dylan left Swansea and had a variety of addresses throughout his
short nomadic life. He resided in Oxford, Conwall and Ireland. He also
resided in Hampshire, London and visited America, Italy and
Czechoslovakia as well as Iran. But his first 20 years at Swansea were
intensely formative.
Passionately he reacted to the best of the town and against he worst.
It was indeed his ‘ugly, lovely town’ but later he described Swansea as
‘marble town city of laughter, little Dublin and screamed triumphantly
‘Never was there such a town’.
Little theatre
The Dylan Thomas trail begins at the Dylan Thomas Centre on the banks
of the River Tawe in Swansea. So much like the River Avon upon whose
banks rest the Shakespeare heritage. The Centre renamed in 1998, now
contains permanent exhibition on the life and work of this great Welsh
poet.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) |
Just before Dylan Thomas Square is the Dylan Thomas Theatre, the
present home of Swansea’s Little Theatre. Dylan was a member of this
group in the early 1930s.
Dylan is depicted gazing across the square in the large and colourful
mural which decorates the outside of the theatre and also present as a
solid statue, hands on knees, looking out to the sea. The name of Dylan
is taken from the Old Welsh folk tales, The Mabinogion and means the
‘son of the wave’. Sculptor, John Doubleday has carved the last lines of
Dylan’s famous poem, Fern Hill.
‘Though I sang in my chains like the sea’.
The village was an inspiration and ‘Mumbles a rather nice village,
despite its name, right on the edge of the sea’ is yet another quote
from the poet. This is how he described the area around Swansea. He
lived most of his short life in towns or cities but the countryside,
especially Welsh countryside, played an important part in his life.
He met his first serious girl friend, Pamela Hansford Johnson in
Swansea and he would write to her describing his nights at Mumbles. At
this time, he was a member of the Swansea Little Theatre. Life had
become bored and the long evening made him take to drinking which was to
ruin him later as he became a habitual drinker.
Genius
He burst into fame with Under Milk Wood and as it hit the boards,
especially with Dylan Thomas’ portrayal as the Rev. Ell Jenkins, Wales
had discovered their own Shakespeare, a genius of a poet.
It was in Fishguard, the sea town where Andrew Sinclair made his film
version of Under Milk Wood with world famous film stars such as Richard
Burton (a Welsh) Elizabeth Taylor, Peter O’Tool and the cream of Welsh
actors.
His hideaway was the Boathouse where he wrote most of his famous
plays and poems. He was so thrilled with the Boathosue that he wrote to
his benefactor, Margaret Taylor that this was his work room and this was
where the world would discover the poet in Dylan Thomas.
The Boathouse with its estuary location, cliff top writing shed and
idyllic views, was a good home for any poet. This too is a great
attraction to visitors who have to travel on the cliff top path to reach
it.
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) was born at Comdonkin Drive in Uplands in
the ‘ugly lovely town of Swansea’ at its sweeping bay. His mother,
Florence Williams came from St. Thomas, east of Swansea and his father,
David John Thomas from Johstan Town in Carmarthen.
He was a senior English teacher at Swansea Grammar School on Mount
Pleasant Hill, Dylan had already started to write when he was a student
at the Grammar School. Four notebooks written as a school boy in verses
was a source for poetry published during 1930s.
Marriage
After a short spell as a reporter with the South Wales Daily Post,
Dylan moved to London. He shared a room with Alfred Janes, a Swansea
painter. He published his first three books on poetry, ie 18 Poems
(1834) 25 Poems (1936) and the Map of Love (1929).
In London he came into high praise for the musical quality and
language of his work. He was compared with Webster and Donne. Though
Dylan was committed to the craft of writing he made a fortune on his
broadcasting.
Around 1936, painter Augustus John introduced Dylan to Caitlin
Macnamara and in the following year, he married her and lived in a
number of homes in London, Oxford and Laugharne on the coast near
Carmarthen.
They had two sons, Llewllyn and Colm and a daughter, Aeronwy. Dylan’s
adult life and marriage were tempestuous as he drank heavily from time
to time and indulging in bouts of wild and erratic behaviour. It was a
strange contrast to the sensitivity. Apart from being a drunk, he was a
heavy smoker too.
Dylan wrote with passion. He wrote loads that cannot be mentioned off
hand. He wrote as though he was possessed. Among his many visits to
America, he published his Collected Poems 1934-1952 for which he was
awarded the prestigious Folyle’s Literary Prize.
By this time, Dylan was regarded as the greatest living lyric poet.
He had planned to collaborate on a work with the composer Stravinsky but
it never happened.
He died on 9 November 1953 in a New York Hospital after a bout of
excessive drinks when he was just 39 years old. His body was brought to
Wales and was buried in St. Martin’s churchyard, Laugharne.
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