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Nissen News - 15.12.1941, Blaðsíða 23

Nissen News - 15.12.1941, Blaðsíða 23
The Circle of C I walk and cinder bats riddle my cloak I walk to Cwmcelyn ask prophets t’ne way. There is no way they cry crouched on the hoarstone rock And the Dogs of Annwn roared louder than of late. Red fever will fall with the maytide blossom Fever as red as your cloak. Woe to all men. Food-ties will mellow in the bromide season Then willowed peace may be bought. But what of my love I cry As a curfew stabbed the sand. And we cut for the answer. They said He would come not as he said he would corae But later with sailing ice, war glass and lame. Grieve not it is better so. I left the Bay wing-felled and bogged Kicked the shale despondent and green Hear Rosic say lace-curtained in clogs I’ve put a Yule log on your grate. Lynette Roberts. (From ‘Life and Letters Today’ with acknowledg- ments to author and publishers.)

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