A little dingle is Milkwood -the imagination of Dylan Thomas

Anyone listening to that play for voices, 'Under Milkwood' cannot but marvel at Dylan Thomas' imagination, and the language he manufactured to portray all within it.

Before Thomas, there was no 'Bible-black and starless' to convey the stillness of night, no 'vipering' to tell how Mr. Pugh's poison would pass through the innards of his detested wife Mrs. Pugh. No one before or since, with the possible exception of Joyce, has portrayed a community with all its foibles, its ridiculousness, its nobility, and its foolishness, as well as its heart.

Joyce painted on a broader canvas in Ulysses, but although he described the minutia of the Bloom's, he stopped there. Thomas, on the other hand, led us into the hearts and minds of all of the inhabitants of his creation; he opened the door to their secrets, their hopes and fears, their idiosyncrasies and their whims and wishes. And he did it in ways that were accessible, poetic, practical, and believable. He did it in a way that was both entertaining and instructive, linguistically and psychologically, lyrically and musically.
Robert Lesle Fielding