18 Poems, by Dylan Thomas (1934)
You asked me to tell you about my theory of poetry. Really I haven’t got one. I like things that are difficult to write and difficult to understand; I like “redeeming the contraries” with secretive images; I like contradicting my images, saying two things at once in one word, four in two words and one... Continue reading “18 Poems, by Dylan Thomas (1934)” ›