Under Milk Wood Revisited

To begin at the beginning: 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, fishingboatbobbing sea. - Dylan Thomas’ Under Milk WoodDylan Thomas was the self-styled ‘bombastic adolescent provincial Bohemian’, and whose wizardry with words ens...