"The pooled ponded rosed goldfished arboured lizarded swinghung towelled winetabled Aeronshrill garden leads into our own (dear God) olives and vines climbing to a mutes' conventicle, Niobe's eisteddfod, of cypresses."
Dylan Thomas writing to a friend from an Italian villa.
Quoted by Aeronwy Thomas in My Father's Places.
Drunk as normal, I suppose?
Posted by: Lindsay | 24 January 2010 at 05:29 PM
The 'sober' version, which he sent to his parents, went like this:
"It's on the hills above Florence, some five miles away or more from the centre, from the great Cathderal dome which we can see from the sunbathing terrace above our swimming-pool. It's a very big villa, with huge rooms and lovely grounds, arbours, terraces, pools; we have a pinewood and a vineyard of our own."
I know which I prefer!
Posted by: Cornflower | 24 January 2010 at 05:37 PM
This quote doesn't read well at all, however I think it probably sounds wonderful when read out loud appropriately. The version he sent to his parents is as dull as I would have managed!
Posted by: Dark Puss | 24 January 2010 at 07:47 PM
Yes, think how it would sound if read by Richard Burton!
Posted by: Cornflower | 24 January 2010 at 07:50 PM
Indeed, did you know I have swum in one of Burton's (former) swimming pools?
Posted by: Dark Puss | 24 January 2010 at 07:57 PM
Ooh, there's fancy!
Posted by: Cornflower | 24 January 2010 at 08:00 PM