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

Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. And where's their fathers live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You're looking up at me now. I know what you're thinking, you poor little milky creature. You're thinking, you're no better than you should be, Polly, and that's good enough for me. Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?

Great is the hand that holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.

the sloeback, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat bobbing sea