#Welsh
When I woke, the town spoke. Birds and clocks and cross bells Dinned aside the coiling crowd, The reptile profligates in a flame… Spoilers and pokers of sleep,
Should lanterns shine, the holy fa… Caught in an octagon of unaccustom… Would wither up, and any boy of lo… Look twice before he fell from gra… The features in their private dark
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…
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…
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…
'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…
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…
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour an… And the mussel pooled and the hero… Priested shore The morning beckon
A bunch of the boys were whooping… The kid that handles the music—box… Back of the bar, in a solo game, s… And watching his luck was his ligh… When out of the night, which was f…
Friend by enemy I call you out. You with a bad coin in your socket… You my friend there with a winning… Who palmed the lie on me when you… Brassily at my shyest secret,
Foster the light nor veil the mans… Nor weather winds that blow not do… But strip the twelve-winded marrow… Master the night nor serve the sno… That shapes each bushy item of the…
Why east wind chills and south win… Shall not be known till windwell d… And west’s no longer drowned In winds that bring the fruit and… Of many a hundred falls;
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its k… Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the twelve, disciple sea… The winder of the water—clocks
It’s my belief that every man Should do his share of work, And in our economic plan No citizen should shirk. That in return each one should get
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…
