“I should say I wanted to write poetry because I had fallen in love with words. . . What the words stood for, symbolised, or meant, was of secondary importance; what mattered was the sound of them as I heard them for the first time on the lips of the remote and incomprehensible grown ups. . . I fell in love — that is the only expression I can think of– at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behaviour very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.”
~Dylan Thomas from “Notes on the Art of Poetry”
The class I am subbing as a TA for this week is doing a unit on poetry and this immediately came to mind. It always reminds me that literature was and always will be my first love — whatever might come in the future.