In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“In my Craft or Sullen Art Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write . On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and palms But for the lovers, their arms Round… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
