In My Craft or Sullen Art, irreverently illustrated

Rich Gibbs posted an illustration to go along with Dylan Thomas' wonder poem, In My Craft or Sullen Art.  The illustration is entitled wife and is a tender and loving post.

I was, er, "inspired" to do my own illustration:

A capturedguys photo, found here.

IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART

by DYLAN THOMAS

In my craft or sullen art   

Exercised in the still night   

When only the moon rages   

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms,

I labour by singing light   

Not for ambition or bread

Or the strut and trade of charms   

On the ivory stages

But for the common wages   

Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart   

From the raging moon I write   

On these spindrift pages   

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms   

But for the lovers, their arms   

Round the griefs of the ages,   

Who pay no praise or wages   

Nor heed my craft or art.

My illustration, too, is of a tender and loving memory, though in a different style.  I think Dylan Thomas would enjoy it.  See, e.g., If I were Tickled by the Rub of Love.  

I don't think Bob Dylan would.