#WelshWriters
The force that through the green f… Drives my green age; that blasts t… Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked… My youth is bent by the same wintr…
Because the pleasure-bird whistles… Shall the blind horse sing sweeter… Convenient bird and beast lie lodg… The supper and knives of a mood. In the sniffed and poured snow on…
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
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback… Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts high among… And palavers of birds
Through throats where many rivers… Under the conceiving moon, on the… And there this night I walk in th… Where barren as boulders women lie… To labour and love though they lay…
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,
Hold hard, these ancient minutes i… Under the lank, fourth folly on G… As the green blooms ride upward, t… Time, in a folly’s rider, like a c… Over the vault of ridings with his…
A stranger has come To share my room in the house not… A girl mad as birds Bolting the night of the door with… Strait in the mazed bed
Was there a time when dancers with… In children’s circuses coul stay t… There was a time they could cry ov… But time has set its maggot on the… Under the arc of the sky they are…
Before I knocked and flesh let en… With liquid hands tapped on the wo… I who was shapeless as the water That shaped the Jordan near my ho… Was brother to Mnetha’s daughter
O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made o… The curless counted body, And ruin and his causes
O make me a mask and a wall to shu… Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and t… Rape and rebellion in the nurserie… Gag of dumbstruck tree to block fr… The bayonet tongue in this undefen…
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,
A process in the weather of the he… Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. A weather in the quarter of the ve… Turns night to day; blood in their…