Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Under Milk Wood


The problem with poetry is that there have already been centuries for people to use the best lines. "I wandered lonely as a cloud", "Captain, my captain" and others all used. Unless you go for the surreal then it is difficult to be new. Then I listen to "Under Milk Wood" read by Richard Burton and I know I don't have a chance. Pure poetry

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