#WelshWriters
Half of the fellow father as he do… His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow… Half of the fellow mother as she d… To-morrow’s diver in her horny mil… Bisected shadows on the thunder’s…
The tombstone told when she died. Her two surnames stopped me still. A virgin married at rest. She married in this pouring place, That I struck one day by luck,
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of s… Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, driv… Through vision and the girdered ne… From limbs that had the measure of…
All all and all the dry worlds lev… Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, the pound of lav… City of spring, the governed flowe… Turns in the earth that turns the…
In the beginning was the three—poi… One smile of light across the empt… One bough of bone across the rooti… The substance forked that marrowed… And, burning ciphers on the round…
Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flo…
Grief thief of time crawls off, The moon-drawn grave, with the sea… The knave of pain steals off The sea-halved faith that blew tim… The old forget the cries,
When I woke, the town spoke. Birds and clocks and cross bells Dinned aside the coiling crowd, The reptile profligates in a flame… Spoilers and pokers of sleep,
Do you not father me, nor the erec… For my tall tower’s sake cast in h… Do you not mother me, nor, as I a… The lovers’ house, lie suffering m… Do you not sister me, nor the erec…
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…
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…
When, like a running grave, time t… Your calm and cuddled is a scythe… Love in her gear is slowly through… Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hea… Hauled to the dome,
On no work of words now for three… bloody Belly of the rich year and the big… I bitterly take to task my poverty… To take to give is all, return wha…
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,
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden w… With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero tumble down Like a tower on the town