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Speech Between the Fallen – a cywyyd deuair hyrion
Must I explain it once more? Try hard to fight the boredom that most likely will ensue the moment you think useless any viewpoint but your own, and on your cragged and stony field, let germinate a seed of mine. … Continue reading
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Eliot’s Month, Not Mine
cywydd deuair hyrion April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land Again the winds are playing like knives, and … Continue reading
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