Evans? Yes, many a time I came down his bare flight Of stairs into the gaunt kitchen With its wood fire, where crickets… Accompaniment to the black kettle’…

I have this that I must do One day: overdraw on my balance Of air, and breaking the surface Of water go down into the green Darkness to search for the door

It is a matter of a black cat On a bare cliff top in March Whose eyes anticipate The gorse petals; The formal equation of

All my life I was face to face with her, at meal—times, by the fire, even in the ultimate intimacies

There are nights that are so still that I can hear the small owl call… far off and a fox barking miles away. It is then that I lie in the lean hours awake listening

I praise you because you are artist and scientist in one. When I am somewhat fearful of your power, your ability to work miracles

I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the b… I am like a tree, From my top boughs I can see

Moments of great calm, Kneeling before an altar Of wood in a stone church In summer, waiting for the God To speak; the air a staircase

There was Dai Puw. He was no goo… They put him in the fields to dock… And took the knife from him, when… At late evening with a grin Like the slash of a knife on his f…

You go up the long track That will take a car, but is best… On slow foot, noting the lichen That writes history on the page Of the grey rock. Trees are about…

It is this great absence that is like a presence, that comp… me to address it without hope of a reply. It is a room I enter from which someone has just

England, what have you done to mak… My fathers used a stranger to my l… An offence to the ear, a shackle o… That would fit new thoughts to an… Answer me now. The workshop where…