The old man comes out on the hill and looks down to recall earlier d… in the valley. He sees the stream… the church stand, hears the litter… children’s voices. A chill in the…

When I was a child and the soft f… Quietly as snow on the bare bough… My father brought me trout from th… From whose chill lips the water so… Dull grew their eyes, the beautifu…

The poem in the rock and The poem in the mind Are not one. It was in dying I tried to make them so.

Nineteen years now Under the same roof Eating our bread, Using the same air: Sighing, if one sighs,

She is young. Have I the right Even to name her? Child, It is not love I offer Your quick limbs, your eyes; Only the barren homage

It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding… Of the boughs with gold; a bird pr…

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…

I am, as you know, Walter Llywarc… Born in Wales of approved parents… Well goitred, round in the bum, Sure prey of the slow virus Bred in quarries of grey rain.

We’ve nothing vast to offer you, n… Except the waste of thought Forming from mind erosion; No canyons where the pterodactyl’s… Falls like a shadow.

With her fingers she turns paint into flowers, with her body flowers into a remembrance of herself. She is at work always, mending the garment

We were a people taut for war; the… Were no harder, the thin grass Clothed them more warmly than the… Shirts our small bones. We fought, and were always in retr…

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

We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.

It is calm. It is as though we lived in a garden that had not yet arrived at the knowledge of