#Welsh
The hand that signed the paper fel… Five sovereign fingers taxed the b… Doubled the globe of dead and halv… These five kings did a king to dea… The mighty hand leads to a sloping…
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,
On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of you… And always known must leave Lions and fires of his flying brea…
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…
Altarwise by owl-light in the half… The gentleman lay graveward with h… Abaddon in the hangnail cracked fr… And, from his fork, a dog among th… The atlas-eater with a jaw for new…
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,
Over Sir John’s hill, The hawk on fire hangs still; In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dus… And gallows, up the rays of his ey… And the shrill child’s play
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
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
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…
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 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…
Once below a time, When my pinned-around-the-spirit Cut-to-measure flesh bit, Suit for a serial sum On the first of each hardship,
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…
Out of the sighs a little comes, But not of grief, for I have knoc… Before the agony; the spirit grows… Forgets, and cries; A little comes, is tasted and foun…
