Now first, as I shut the door,
I was alone
In the new house; and the wind
Began to moan.
Old at once was the house,
And I was old;
My ears were teased with the dread
Of what was foretold ...
All was foretold me; naught
Could I foresee;
But I learned how the wind would sound
After these things should be
1878-1917
Compiled, written and narrated by H. Colin Davis
On 4 March this year, the day after the 100th anniversary of Thomas's birth, a service was held in his memory and two memorial windows by Laurence Whistler dedicated, at the Parish Church of Steep, Hampshire. Out of that service Colin Davis takes a personal look at the war poet whose reputation has grown steadily in the 69 years since his death. with poems read by JILL BALCON and JOHN WESTBROOK and a dedicatory address by THE REV R. S. THOMAS
Producer BRIAN MILLER BBC Bristol
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