Welsh Journals

WHO wears his collar clean today, But yesterday wore polo shirt; Comes back to knock on parish doors And do the services of church. Now reunited with the cause Now replaced beside the tea Which school and college passed him to. Who now resumes reserved place, Is worried by his sermon stuff And seeks a better benefice. This would you have me join our souls, This agent of a plastic art These solid fingers to my heart, This heavy voice impress the rolls Of Heaven with our single soul. CASE HISTORY OF THE LUSTROUS NAVEL AND so buccaneers die; placid still; with certain grace. (Death-love is everything to Sparkenbroke). Even now pack lipsticked doves beneath each smiling year. A tongue of music peels; afterwards grass-burst through tombs at sundown-twice Towards our seraph sweethearts who always wore deathshead rings on brown centre fingers. But beware: man-snarl of irises on dewlapped graves all Christ's long tears. BARDDONIAETH THE CURATE EMYR Humphries.. DEATH-DANCE OR KEIDRYCH Rhys.