Gwilym Williams Poems

Old man
fringed now in your blue land
long under the sea's spell
stubborn in your old stone house
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I barracked my soldiers in
A Quality Street tin
And every so often I took them out
And on the floor I marched them about.
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There are long
heatwave days
when nothing happens.
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Ahmad Nadalian
Citizen of Poloor
And its fishless rivers,
Carver of the fish
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We seem to
getting there -
slowly and surely.
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Mother died quietly
at peace and in bed long before
the four children were born.
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Old fox, hard as nails,
thin, arthritic, rheumatic,
septic eruptions on sore feet,
keen nose and sorry bag of effluvium and entrails
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Tommy came through snow and ice
one morning recently to place a mouse
upon the step - I think it was for me -
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Cutting summer grass
Egger-Lienz peasants
with long curved blades of
steel flashing fresh
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It's Fall
and from the north
come waves of carrion crows,
jet black
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