Friday, November 1, 2013

Red Sox 2013 / I See the Boys of Summer

“I see the boys of summer in their ruin
Lay the gold tithings barren,
Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;
There in their heat the winter floods
Of frozen loves they fetch their girls,
And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.”  -Dylan Thomas

Here’s to baseball at the end of October… bundled up in the late autumn cold, glued to the radio from very far away… listening to the one team you care about, play in the World Series.

This poem always makes me think of baseball… Thomas writes, “I am the man your father was… we are the sons of flint and pitch.”

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