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Reflections on an old copper mining town, the mine long gone...

This poet grows grey-bearded, Claws eyes, shuts out Seasons, Love tales, reasons - Lies, all lies! Some long ague descends me No word mends me ..

From a blue cloud at the two o’clock And out of the rain, With a long step and a swift nod The master came. Swinging behind him a painted ..

(Letter, 26 June 1983 from C.H. By the time that I add my sign to this page the pallid sunlight will have dragged behind the Tree of Birds and sp..

Life, a Play In three parts, now Is two parts done. In this, The final interval We rearrange our scores, The Orchestra, still poised Will sit..

What would you with me Catherine Gables, Turn my face From my winter stables, Call at the year That my no-love lies in, Treat the hurt And the ..

‘How much we change... I well remember when,’ She said - But that was years before And now, she’s dead! Who was she - why, A..

The great themes are ended, Too well and soon, Not one I mended me All in my afternoon. I lay once conjured In love where she lay, All thought..

Each winter the grey-greying streets of Pengellen Fall silent as dampness creeps in at the hearth, And miners and men speak in whispers of heaven, ..

Another year ended Over and done, What have we left of it Now that it’s gone -What did we lend it? Only the tears Of the last year&rsquo..