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The Land
Sitting to the east
Sloping down to the edge
Of that other world
In the summer sun
In the winter chill
The sentinel watched over
The little family in the cottage in the hollow
Lately it had felt her sorrow
It knew when she left Pant y Lleiniau
And walked slowly along the cart track
To reach the little bridge under the trees
Where she crossed Nant yr Efail ...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 5:20 pm
Monument
After Ezra Pound and Giacomo Leopardi
And so you were
everything to me, that is now less than dust –
lost, captive of the soil
That surrounds and nourishes my soul.
And so now I –
still stranded, umbral shade of past desire –
left, am guardian of sad recall
watching branch and blo...
Saturday 10th June 2017 5:30 pm
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