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 ThomasOh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Dylan ThomasIt is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
Dylan Thomas