Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Too many of the artists of Wales spend too much time talking about the position of theartists of Wales.There is only one position for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright.

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels.

My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.