Listening to Dylan Thomas reading is so relaxing. His voice is so clear and pitched to almost hypnotise. No wonder he was so successful on radio. When the BBC studios in Swansea were unusable programmes were recorded in Swansea Uplands. In a grove where Martin Amis grew up with his parents. Martin slept in an open draw in his parents bedroom. My mother in law lived next door and says she found these bohemians strange folk!!

Dylan lived in a nearby avenue. He died in 1953. Martin Amis as born in 1949 so they might as well have lived in different centuries.Dylan Marlais Thomas (1914-1953)
Reading by Dylan Thomas

Love In the Asylum
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

Dylan Thomas