#WelshWriters
Never and never, my girl riding fa… In the land of the hearthstone tal… Fear or believe that the wolf in a… Loping and bleating roughly and bl… My dear, my dear,
If I were tickled by the rub of l… A rooking girl who stole me for he… Broke through her straws, breaking… If the red tickle as the cattle ca… Still set to scratch a laughter fr…
Unluckily for a death Waiting with phoenix under The pyre yet to be lighted of my s… And for the woman in shades Saint carved and sensual among the…
I see the boys of summer in their… Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freez… There in their heat the winter flo… Of frozen loves they fetch their g…
A saint about to fall, The stained flats of heaven hit an… To the kissed kite hems of his sha… On the last street wave praised The unwinding, song by rock,
Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flo…
The hand that signed the paper fel… Five sovereign fingers taxed the b… Doubled the globe of dead and halv… These five kings did a king to dea… The mighty hand leads to a sloping…
Shall gods be said to thump the cl… When clouds are cursed by thunder, Be said to weep when weather howls… Shall rainbows be their tunics’ co… When it is rain where are the gods…
The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water From the opening of the garden loc… That lets the trees and water ente…
The bows glided down, and the coas… Blackened with birds took a last l… At his thrashing hair and whale-bl… The trodden town rang its cobbles… Then good-bye to the fishermanned
Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of… With a capsized field where a scho… And a black and white patch of gir… The gentle seaslides of saying I…
A grief ago, She who was who I hold, the fats… Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-… Hell wind and sea, A stem cementing, wrestled up the…
Sometimes the sky’s too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away’s too sharp a sun To nourish thinking of him. Why is my hand too blunt
Twenty-four years remind the tears… (Bury the dead for fear that they… In the groin of the natural doorwa… Sewing a shroud for a journey By the light of the meat-eating su…
Friend by enemy I call you out. You with a bad coin in your socket… You my friend there with a winning… Who palmed the lie on me when you… Brassily at my shyest secret,