#Welsh
The tombstone told when she died. Her two surnames stopped me still. A virgin married at rest. She married in this pouring place, That I struck one day by luck,
Never and never, my girl riding fa… In the land of the hearthstone tal… Fear or believe that the wolf in a… Loping and bleating roughly and bl… My dear, my dear,
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…
All all and all the dry worlds lev… Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, the pound of lav… City of spring, the governed flowe… Turns in the earth that turns the…
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…
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…
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback… Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts high among… And palavers of birds
The bows glided down, and the coas… Blackened with birds took a last l… At his thrashing hair and whale-bl… The trodden town rang its cobbles… Then good-bye to the fishermanned
Sometimes the sky’s too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away’s too sharp a sun To nourish thinking of him. Why is my hand too blunt
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing… To you, my aunt, who would explore The literary Chankley Bore, The paths are hard, for you are no… A literary Hottentot
When once the twilight locks no lo… Locked in the long worm of my fing… Nor damned the sea that sped about… The mouth of time sucked, like a s… The milky acid on each hinge,
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,
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,
Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of… With a capsized field where a scho… And a black and white patch of gir… The gentle seaslides of saying I…
'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…
