Mist on the Menai - Daniel Dwyran

There's mist on the Menai
There's geese in the sky
There's snow on the Mountains
As the mist rolls on by

Rublev - Rowan Williams

One day, God walked in, pale from the grey steppe,
slit-eyed against the wind, and stopped,
said, Colour me, breathe your blood into my mouth.

from The Physicians of Myddfai - Anonymous

Brindled cow, white speckled,

Spotted cow, bold freckled,

The four field sward mottled,

To Amoret. The sigh - Henry Vaughan

Nimble sigh, on thy warm wings,

    Take this message and depart ;

Tell Amoret, that smiles and sings,

At what thy airy voyage brings,

    That thou cam'st lately from my heart.

Panegyric of Madog ab Maredudd - Cynddelw Brydydd Mawr

A Sov'reign Prince will extol, of nine parts is my poem, 

With all the force of numbers nine-nine are its topics, 

A hero 'tis to celebrate, Gogyrfan's like in stature. 

The Girls of Llanbadarn - Dafydd ap Gwilym

I bow before this passion;

a plague on the parish girls!

Because, o force of longing,

I've never had one of thern!

A song to the wind - Taliesin

Guess who is this creature 

Before us outspeeding, 

Of strength so exceeding; 

The Sky - Gareth Culshaw

When the cauliflowers have left the sky

leaving us with mushroom grey,

the birds sing songs we knew when young.

I am like a slip of comet - Gerard Manley Hopkins

— I am like a slip of comet,

Scarce worth discovery, in some corner seen

Bridging the slender difference of two stars,

The Inquiry - John Dyer

Ye poor little sheep! Ah! well may ye stray,

While sad is your shepherd, and Clio away!

Tell where have you been; have you met with my love,

On the mountain, or valley, or meadow, or grove?

Alas-a-day! No — ye are starv'd and half dead;

Ye saw not my love, or ye all had been fed.

The Tercets - Llywarch Hen

Set is the snare, the ash clusters glow, 

Ducks plash in the pools; breakers whiten below; 

More strong than a hundred is the heart's hidden woe. 

Gwalchmai's delight - Gwalchmai ap Meilyr

Swift rising dawn of joyful gliding June,
Melodious song of birds, calm, lustrous noon!
A gold-torqued Chief am I that know not fear,
A fierce, host-facing lion, rout in my rear!
At night I guard with bound-protecting sword
The babbling flow of Dygen Freiddin's ford.

The Song of the Wind - Taliesin

Whose idea was the wind?
Created before the deluge,
he is a powerful creature,
sans flesh, sans bone,
sans veins, sans blood,
sans head, and sans feet.

The Song of the Thrush - Rhys Goch ap Rhiccert

I gave ear, in the shade
By a mighty oak made,
To the soft warbled words
Of the wild forest birds;
Till all fell a-hush,
When the voice of the thrush
Sent forth a sally
Of song through the valley.
Most exquisite
Was the transport of it!

The Boast - Hywel ab Owain

A white-topped wave is washing ever
The Royal grave of Rhufawn Bevr;
    There lies the Land I love and England loathes,
Right rich the growths her sickles sever.

My Chosen One - Hywel ab Owain

My Chosen One is tall and lissome,
Purple her cloak as heather blossom;
      My chosen joy it is to watch her face,
When thoughts of grace breathe from her bosom.

The Prophecy - Taliesin

               A dragon fire-breathing,
               In horrid coils wreathing
Shall fly from the East with armed pinions outspread,

Aubade - Dafydd ap Gwilym

It seemed as if we did not sleep
One wink that night; I was sighing deep.
The cruellest judge in the costliest court
Could not condemn a night so short.
We had the light out, but I know,
Each time I turned, a radiant glow
Suffused the room, and shining snow
Alit from Heaven’s candle-fires
Illuminated our desires.

Poor Will’s in Ruthin Gaol - I.D. Hooson

Poor Will’s in Ruthin Gaol,
Dejected and depressed,
His net and gun are lying
Redundant in a chest;

The tooth - Robert Minhinnick

(Amiriya, Baghdad)
In your head I whisper:
A tooth, blue as a cinder
And I ask: Coward,
Whose pain is it anyway?
Your cells are a blizzard,
Your mind a ragbook, yet
I dream you into growth
Luscious as papaya flesh
Around my black seed.