Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas

Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.

Come on up, boys -I'm dead.

Rage, rage against the dying light

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.

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

Oh 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.