“It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.” Dylan Thomas book Under Milk Wood Source: " Under Milk Wood http://www.undermilkwood.net/prose_umw1.html" (1954)
“The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.” Dylan Thomas book Under Milk Wood Source: Under Milk Wood
“We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood.” Dylan Thomas book Under Milk Wood Source: Under Milk Wood
