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Dylan’s Great Poem
Dylan’s Great Poem

Click here to read the Welsh version of Dylan’s Great Poem

Dylan’s Great Poem was Developing Dylan 100’s international online event to help award-winning poets Owen Sheers and Mari George create a 100-line bilingual epic written by the young people of the world. Anyone aged 7-25 was eligible to submit up to four lines of poetry, each up to eight words long, on the theme of ‘Remember’. Contributions to Dylan’s Great Poem were submitted on National Poetry Day, Thursday 2 October 2014.

This Winter, When We Light the Fire.

Do you remember the cold winter nights,
the snowstorms of winter?
Remember the snow that happened a year ago?
Watching the moon glint off the black water,
a glowing chessboard in a dark room.
This winter, when we light the fire,
we will remember him.

The earth where your feet fell remembers you,
and where the earth is, mortals sank.
Miss them a little but not too long.
Miss them but let them go.
Their faces, our times.

Remember when the swallows danced.
Remember the spring I met the king.
Remember the lives that have passed.
All I had to do was sing.

The age we start to remember,
the age we start to forget,
the age we start to recall,
is the age we start to regret.

The most beautiful colours of a painting
are the hardest things to say.
Though the universe is dark, it is nothing without its stars.
The stone’s ripple continues on its way.

*

Remember when our world began?
It was bright enough to see tomorrow.
Everything impossible was possible,
everything that was bad was good,
and time in my mind washed over me,
mind as blank as a hurricane,
alone.
Nights unslept, days unattended,
hiding away in our bucket-spaded castles,
the sound of the sea sullied by you.
Now it is over
and I cannot find the four leaf clover.

*

When I was a young boy and burrowed into my bed
my father stood up tall and talked of the lands he’d seen.
And it was drilled down into my growing head
how a boy like me had made the ocean’s green.

Why he left I was too young to understand.
I remember the shriek of the whistle,
the crashing waves on the pebble-strewn sand,
the one who watches while you sleep.

I remember the way they said their vowels.
I am throwing snow just like the wind.
You are the song I love to sing.
This winter, when we light the fire,
we will remember him.
We will remember him.

Edited by Owen Sheers, using lines submitted by Imogen Lewis, Eva Zhang, Umy Begum, Ore Olubode, Sylvia Villa, Nasim Asl, Zan Koh, Bethan Peters, Karen Tha

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