In my Craft or Sullen Art Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write . On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their ni… - Dylan Thomas

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms

This world is half the devil's and my own, / Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl / And curling round the bud that forks her eye.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

I did not care what the words said, overmuch, nor what happened to Jack & Jill & the Mother Goose rest of them; I cared for the shapes of sound that their names, and the words describing their actions, made in my ears; I cared for the colours the words cast on my eyes.