The deep spaces between stars , Fathomless as the cold shadow His mind cast.

I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.

I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.

The deep spaces between stars , Fathomless as the cold shadow His mind cast.

To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky

The old men ask for more time; the young waste it. And the philosopher simply smiles, knowing there is none there.

Verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse soil To the white flower of immortal beauty