Tuesday, 30 April 2019


Wonderful poem by Les Murray, the great Australian poet, who has just died.  Brought to my attention by Brett Evans, a first class Welsh poet.

by Les Murray

The first night of my second voyage to Wales,
Tired as rag from ascending the left cheek of Earth
I nevertheless went to Merthyr in good company
And warm in neckclothing and speech in the Butcher's Arms
Till Time struck us pintless, and Eddie Rees steamed in brick lanes
And under the dark of the White Tip we repaired shouting

To I think the Bengal. I called for curry, the hottest,
Vain of my nation, proud of my hard mouth from childhood,
The kindly brown waiter wringing the hands of dissuasion
O vindaloo, sir! You sure you want vindaloo, sir?
But I cried Yes please, being too far in to go back
The bright bells of Rhymney moreover sang in my brains.

Fair play, it was frightful. I spooned the chicken of Hell
In a sauce of rich yellow brimstone. The valley boys with me
Tasting it, croaked to white Jesus. And only pride drove me,
Forkful by forkful, observed by hot mangosteen eyes,
By all the carnivorous castes and gurus from Pant,
My brilliant tears washing the unbelief of the Welsh.

Oh it was a ride on Watneys plunging red barrel
Through all the burning ghats of most carnal ambition
And never again will I want such illumination
For three days on end concerning my own mortal coil
But I signed my plate in the end with a licked knife and fork
And green-and-gold spotted, I sang for my pains like the free
Before I passed out among all the stars of Cilfynydd.

Friday, 5 April 2019

Canterbury Tales, General Prologue

       Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye-
(So priketh hem Nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages…

Geoffrey Chaucer


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