You clamour at my retina, a cascade / of cartwheels, demanding paint / from my palette
ice-burned tongues / clump into celestine’s / eye-blue spar
Now, perched on this polar height
When all sap lies quiet and does not climb,
When all seems dead, I cultivate
The wild garden rioting in my memory
It’s been a long Indian summer / and the hips are rotting on the beach rose. / I can almost…
Snowdrops are not innocent:
/ They fight for what they win.
/ Beauty’s what comes out:
/ Blind energy goes in.
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
/ That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
/ When all at once I saw a crowd
Un swrth yw Sharon. Un bigog, un grin
/ sydd wedi plygu mewn am hi’ hun
/ yn blisgyn di-ildio, brown
/ fel rhisgl
/ castanwydden ola’r hydref.
From my study window
/ I see you
/ below in the garden, a hand
Sullen girls like lilies,
/ see them: sulkily listening
/ to music. Does duty put that
/ look upon them of languid
/ disinterest, lids downcast?
/ It may…