#Welsh
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…
Unluckily for a death Waiting with phoenix under The pyre yet to be lighted of my s… And for the woman in shades Saint carved and sensual among the…
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the blinding country of youth,
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…
Altarwise by owl-light in the half… The gentleman lay graveward with h… Abaddon in the hangnail cracked fr… And, from his fork, a dog among th… The atlas-eater with a jaw for new…
We lying by seasand, watching yell… And the grave sea, mock who deride Who follow the red rivers, hollow Alcove of words out of cicada shad… For in this yellow grave of sand a…
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…
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…
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…
On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of you… And always known must leave Lions and fires of his flying brea…
Being but men, we walked into the… Afraid, letting our syllables be s… For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings…
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
When the morning was waking over t… He put on his clothes and stepped… The locks yawned loose and a blast… He dropped where he loved on the b… And the funeral grains of the slau…
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…
'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…
