#WelshWriters
Here in this spring, stars float a… Here in this ornamental winter Down pelts the naked weather; This summer buries a spring bird. Symbols are selected from the year…
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of s… Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, driv… Through vision and the girdered ne… From limbs that had the measure of…
'Find meat on bones that soon have… And drink in the two milked crags, The merriest marrow and the dregs Before the ladies’ breasts are hag… And the limbs are torn.
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the… Vessel of abscesses and exultation… Endure burial under the spelling w… The invoked, shrouding veil at the…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Ears in the turrets hear Hands grumble on the door, Eyes in the gables see The fingers at the locks. Shall I unbolt or stay
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…
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…
'If my head hurt a hair’s foot Pack back the downed bone. If the… Bump on a spout let the bubbles ju… Sooner drop with the worm of the r… Than bully ill love in the clouted…
All that I owe the fellows of the… And all the dead bequeathed from p… Lies in the fortuned bone, the fla… Like senna stirs along the ravaged… O all I owe is all the flesh inhe…
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…
On no work of words now for three… bloody Belly of the rich year and the big… I bitterly take to task my poverty… To take to give is all, return wha…