Under Milk Wood: Dylan Thomas

“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, fishingboat-bobbing sea.” Thus begins one of my favourite books, a book of magical writing. It is a play for voices …

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