English translator, children's author and poet (b. 1941)
Childrens author and father of commissioning editor/producer Dominic Crossley-Holland.
Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour, changing sound.
Playing in an orchestra is completely different to playing on my own. Sometimes I played, sometimes listened; instead of waiting my turn, I sometimes interrupted another player, sometimes I argued, sometimes agreed. My flute is my mouthpiece and I felt as if I was actually joining in a conversation.
Fearlessness is better than a faint heart for any man who puts his nose out of doors. The length of my life and the day of my death were fated long ago.
In the beginning was the word, and primitive societies venerated poets second only to their leaders. A poet had the power to name and so to control; he was, literally, the living memory of a group or tribe who would perpetuate their history in song; his inspiration was god given and he was in effect a medium.
A culture finds the gods it needs.
Ymir was a frost giant; he was evil from the first. While he slept, he began to sweat. A man and woman grew out of the ooze under his left armpit, and one of his legs fathered a son on the other leg.
