Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday
Dylan ThomasWhat I like to do is treat words as a craftsman does his wood or stone or what-have-you, to hew, carve, mold, coil, polish, and plane them into patterns, sequences, sculptures, fugues of sound expressing some lyrical impulse, some spiritual doubt or conviction, some dimly realized truth I must try to reach and realize.
Dylan Thomas