I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on <br />in the world between the covers of books, <br />such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,, <br />such staggering peace, such enormous laughter, <br />such and so many blinding bright lights,, , <br />splashing all over the pages <br />in a million bits and pieces <br />all of which were words, words, words, <br />and each of which were alive forever <br />in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/notes-on-the-art-of-poetry/
