Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

Love is the last light spoken.

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.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

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

Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.