Read by Richard Burton, a fellow Welshman, "Poem in October" is one of my favourite of his poems. I love his description of rising early and slowly gaining height from which he sees the harbour town and the gardens and fields. His memory of walking with his mother comes as "the weather turns round" and the sunlight brings colour from under clouds filled with flying larks and he revisits his memory with such clarity that the child he was is reawakened wholly, heartbeat and tears on cheeks.
It was his 30th year to heaven and he had nine years remaining.
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