In one poem this poet noted that "The lips of time leech to the fountain head" and that "The hand that whirls the water in the pool / Stirs the quicks
In one poem this poet noted that "The lips of time leech to the fountain head" and that "The hand that whirls the water in the pool / Stirs the quicksand." He stated that "Time held me green and dying / Though I sang in my chains like the sea" in a poem from his collection Deaths and Entrances. He wrote the story collection Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog in addition to the aforementioned poems, "The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower" and "Fern Hill." FTP, name this author of a "play for voices," Under Milk Wood, and the villanelle "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night."
In one poem this poet noted that "The lips of time leech to the fountain head" and that "The hand that whirls the water in the pool / Stirs the quicksand."