‘My Belarus with cornflowers blooming . . .’ - by
My Belarus with cornflowers blooming,
/ my land of camomile!
/ I’m no ‘new Belarusian’ woman,
/ I cling to ‘older’ style.
/ Not by broad path, but…
flowers
I wandered lonely as a Cloud… - by
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
/ That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
/ When all at once I saw a crowd
/ A…
Water-Lilies - by
Whin da laeves an buds o da water-lilies
/ Spread roond da loch der dark-green frill
/ I took my…
Blodyn - by
Ac mi ffrwydrith
yn llond cwpan o rosyn gwlithog
sy’n troi ei hwyneb llyfn tua’r llif
ac yn sugno’n hy o lygad y storm.
Carpe Diem - by
From my study window
/ I see you
/ below in the garden, a hand
/ …
Fleurs-De-Lys - by
Sullen girls like lilies,
/ see them: sulkily listening
/ to music. Does duty put that
/ look upon them of languid
/ disinterest, lids downcast?
/ It may…