A Piece for Radio Perhaps
Tribute to Anthony Lacey Hawkins and Dylan Thomas, the poet whose work he loved
“I want to play with voices like the BBC!”
Your dream declared at midnight.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not be.
You shared your dream with me
New Year’s Eve by the Bubble Light,
“I want to play with voices like the BBC!”
In spring when you came to live with me,
we listened to the poet in the night.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not be.
Under Milk Wood brought us to the sea
“My goal and my desire, it is right
to want to play with voices like the BBC!”
“I do not want to go away from thee!”
You said. I cried, “Safe journey on your flight.”
Though lovers be lost, love shall not be.
Though young men walk into the forlorn sea
And disappear forever from our sight,
“I want to play with voices like the BBC!”
Though lovers be lost, love shall not be.
*original description of Under Milk Wood: Llareggub: A Play for Voices