This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Dyddgu Replies to Dafydd
All year in open places, underneath
the frescoed forest ceiling,
we have made ceremony
out of this seasonal love.
Dividing the leaf-shade as divers white
in green pools we rose to dry
islands of sudden sun. Then
love seemed generosity.
Original sin I whitened from your
mind, my colours influenced
your flesh, as sun on the floor
and warm furniture of a church.
So did our season bloom in mild weather,
reflected gold like butter
under chins, repeatedly
unfolding to its clock of seed.
...
the frescoed forest ceiling,
we have made ceremony
out of this seasonal love.
Dividing the leaf-shade as divers white
in green pools we rose to dry
islands of sudden sun. Then
love seemed generosity.
Original sin I whitened from your
mind, my colours influenced
your flesh, as sun on the floor
and warm furniture of a church.
So did our season bloom in mild weather,
reflected gold like butter
under chins, repeatedly
unfolding to its clock of seed.
...
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