The thin night darkens. A breeze from the creased water sighs the streets close under Milk waking Wood. The Wood, whose every tree-foot's cloven in the black glad sight of the hunters of lovers...
~ Extract from 'Under Milk Wood' by Dylan Thomas
'Under Milk Wood' is a tantalising tome brimming with alliteration.
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore."
~ Extract from 'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a time I lived in a grand house with a magical acorn named Emily. She introduced me to this dark and delightful poem.
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