Dylan Thomas
Like any good poet he was a tremendous liar.
A prodigious drinker (not essential but often helpful).
He gave us words that were open windows.
He sang in the Celtic way but not the tongue.
He had the gift to make old words new.
His passion shook foundations.
I heard that in his private life
he was a right bastard, but don't know for sure.
What I do know, is that he had music in his heart,
and that I probably would not have written
a damn thing without him.
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