• When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

    Dylan Thomas: When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
    Dylan Thomas, Daniel Jones (2003). “The Poems of Dylan Thomas”, p.96, New Directions Publishing