Happy Birthday to Dylan Thomas
27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 From Love Letters May, 1934 … Soon I see you. Soon I kiss you hullo. It’s getting cold, too cold to write. I haven’t a vest on, and the wind is blowing around the Bristol Channel. I agree with Buddha that the essence of life is evil. Apart from not being born at all, it is best to die young. I agree with Schopenhauer. (he, in his philosophic dust, would turn with pleasure at my agreement) that life has no pattern & no purpose, but that a twisted vein of evil, like the poison … Continue reading →