I fell in love — that is the only expression I can think of — at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of … - Dylan Thomas

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now, out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

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

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.