#WelshWriters
There once was a Square, such a s… And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a flirt and around her… Vainly she made him dangle. Oh he wanted to wed and he had no…
And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the w… When their bones are picked clean… They shall have stars at elbow and…
Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost… The dead turns up its eye; Where once the mermen through your… Pushed up their hair, the dry wind…
I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors’ continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep s…
Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flo…
Too proud to die; broken and blind… The darkest way, and did not turn… A cold kind man brave in his narro… On that darkest day. Oh, forever… He lie lightly, at last, on the la…
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…
This day winding down now At God speeded summer’s end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On a breakneck of rocks
The conversation of prayers about… By the child going to bed and the… Who climbs to his dying love in he… The one not caring to whom in his… And the other full of tears that s…
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
My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the ri… Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the ea…
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…
Now as I was young and easy under… About the lilting house and happy… The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
We lying by seasand, watching yell… And the grave sea, mock who deride Who follow the red rivers, hollow Alcove of words out of cicada shad… For in this yellow grave of sand a…
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…