#WelshWriters
There was an old bugger called Go… who got a young virgin in pod. This disgraceful behaviour begot Christ our Saviour, who was nailed to a cross, poor ol…
O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made o… The curless counted body, And ruin and his causes
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…
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the blinding country of youth,
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…
When once the twilight locks no lo… Locked in the long worm of my fing… Nor damned the sea that sped about… The mouth of time sucked, like a s… The milky acid on each hinge,
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…
Lie still, sleep becalmed, suffere… In the throat, burning and turning… On the silent sea we have heard th… That came from the wound wrapped i… Under the mile off moon we tremble…
There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than… Children kept from the sun Assembled at his tongue
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in… Let fall the tear of time; the sle… Shifting to light, turned on me li… So, planing—heeled, I flew along… And dropped on dreaming and the up…
From love’s first fever to her pla… And to the hollow minute of the wo… From the unfolding to the scissore… The time for breast and the green… When no mouth stirred about the ha…
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel f… (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of… I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wo… The rude owl cried like a tell-tal…
Being but men, we walked into the… Afraid, letting our syllables be s… For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings…
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, in my intricate image, stride o… Forged in man’s minerals, the bras… Laying my ghost in metal, The scales of this twin world trea… My half ghost in armour hold hard…