Will Thomas
Will Thomas
Will Thomas may refer to:...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
beautiful dream grief
My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.
To begin, at the beginning...
death lost-love sea
Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.
heart pace pulse
I have been told to reason by the heart, But heart, like head, leads helplessly; I have been told to reason by the pulse, And, when it quickens, alter the actions' pace
sweet lying reading
Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.
vision movement narrative
Poetry is the rhythmic, inevitably narrative, movement from an overclothed blindness to a naked vision that depends in its intensity on the strength of the labour put into the creation of the poetry.
love-is men thinking
Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.
tattoo good-night goodnight
Do not go gentle into that good night.
two intellectual together
I make one image—though 'make' is not the right word; I let, perhaps, an image be 'made' emotionally in me and then apply to it what intellectual & critical forces I possess—let it breed another, let that image contradict the first, make, of the third image bred out of the other two together, a fourth contradictory image, and let them all, within my imposed formal limits, conflict.
thinking way made
I like to think of poetry as statements made on the way to the grave.
christmas brother sibling
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
spring night sea
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
gentleman manners
And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.
sleep darkness holy
I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept.