This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Brynbeidog
For ten years the sycamores
have turned about us, the Beidog
has run with leaves, and ice and sun.
I have turned the earth, thrown up
blue chip and horseshoe; from near fields
sheep and bullocks have looked in.
We have shared weathers
with the stone house; kept its silence;
...
have turned about us, the Beidog
has run with leaves, and ice and sun.
I have turned the earth, thrown up
blue chip and horseshoe; from near fields
sheep and bullocks have looked in.
We have shared weathers
with the stone house; kept its silence;
...
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