#WelshWriters
I see the boys of summer in their… Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freez… There in their heat the winter flo… Of frozen loves they fetch their g…
The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long walks of their vows. Now their love lies a loss
Grief thief of time crawls off, The moon-drawn grave, with the sea… The knave of pain steals off The sea-halved faith that blew tim… The old forget the cries,
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden w… With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero tumble down Like a tower on the town
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…
After the funeral, mule praises, b… Windshake of sailshaped ears, muff… Tap happily of one peg in the thic… Grave’s foot, blinds down the lids… The spittled eyes, the salt ponds…
From love’s first fever to her pla… And to the hollow minute of the wo… From the unfolding to the scissore… The time for breast and the green… When no mouth stirred about the ha…
A grief ago, She who was who I hold, the fats… Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-… Hell wind and sea, A stem cementing, wrestled up the…
If I were tickled by the rub of l… A rooking girl who stole me for he… Broke through her straws, breaking… If the red tickle as the cattle ca… Still set to scratch a laughter fr…
I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors’ continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep s…
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…
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…
From love’s first fever to her pla… And the hollow minute of the womb, From the unfolding to the scissore… The time for breast and the green… When no mouth stirred about the ha…
I make this in a warring absence w… Each ancient, stone-necked minute… Harbours my anchored tongue, slips… When, praise is blessed, her pride… Sailed and set dazzling by the han…
To-day, this insect, and the world… Now that my symbols have outelbowe… Time at the city spectacles, and h… The dear, daft time I take to nud… In trust and tale I have divided…