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One night of tempest I arose and… Along the Menai shore on dreaming… The wind was strong, and savage sw… And the waves blustered on Caerna… But on the morrow, when I passed…
I praise you because you are artist and scientist in one. When I am somewhat fearful of your power, your ability to work miracles
My father is dead. I who am look at him who is not, as once he went looking for me in the woman who was.
It is calm. It is as though we lived in a garden that had not yet arrived at the knowledge of
Dear parents, I forgive you my life, Begotten in a drab town, The intention was good; Passing the street now,
The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.
I want you to know how it was, whether the Cross grinds into dust under men’s wheels or shines brigh… as a monument to a new era. There was a church and one man
I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the b… I am like a tree, From my top boughs I can see
I am the farmer, stripped of love And thought and grace by the land’… But what I am saying over the fie… Desolate acres, rough with dew, Is, Listen, listen, I am a man li…
Nineteen years now Under the same roof Eating our bread, Using the same air: Sighing, if one sighs,
Shelley dreamed it. Now the dream… The props crumble; the familiar wa… Are stale with tears trodden under… The heart’s flower withers at the… Bury it then, in history’s sterile…
There was Dai Puw. He was no goo… They put him in the fields to dock… And took the knife from him, when… At late evening with a grin Like the slash of a knife on his f…
“Listen, now, verse should be as n… As the small tuber that feeds on m… And grows slowly from obtuse soil To the white flower of immortal be… “Natural, hell! What was it Chauc…
Moments of great calm, Kneeling before an altar Of wood in a stone church In summer, waiting for the God To speak; the air a staircase
It is a matter of a black cat On a bare cliff top in March Whose eyes anticipate The gorse petals; The formal equation of