Photo Journal: One Wild Winter in Wales (Gower Peninsula)

Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

(Poem by Dylan Thomas, Visuals by Ben Holbrook)

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Wild sheep graze in Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Rhossili Wales, UK - Travel Photography by Ben Holbrook from DriftwoodJournals.com-7447

Wild horses play in Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Wild horses play in Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Wild horses graze in Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Wild horses graze in Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Looking over the cliffs to Worm's Head, Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Looking over the cliffs to Worm’s Head, Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Rhossili Wales, UK - Travel Photography by Ben Holbrook from DriftwoodJournals.com-7156

Wild horses graze in Rhossili Bay (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter’s robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Wild sheep on Llanrhidian Marsh (Gower Peninsula, South Wales).

Talybont Reservoir, Brecon Beacons, Wales, UK - Travel Photography by Ben Holbrook from DriftwoodJournals.com-6683 2

Talybont Reservoir, Brecon Beacons, Wales.

Llanrhidian Marshland, Gower Peninsula, South Wales Photography by Ben Holbrook from DriftwoodJournals.com-0533

Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

Lamb of God.

Lamb of God.



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