5

Things do not suit too well with allegory.
I do not feel emblematic or moral.
Pick up the cell-phone and quarrel.
Let us donate this old story
To the geriatric
Programme of the Poor Sisters of St Patrick.
If I can cap this it will be a hat trick.
I do not think that you have Alzheimer's.
I could still cut capers with naked screamers.

6

Maes-y-mochin calls us on our hiraeth,
Held by joint patent, of which I largely speak;
So that passion at length grows weak
And strong memory wearieth,
Never draining the pond
Of blood and bile from which gulped cries ascend.
A Nemcon of bright stupor seals the land
Of which our love was and is part-arrear.
I shall have us — vanishing — strike the air!

7

Fantastic logic found unreason here —
Russell's North Wales, Betws, Portmeirion.
Who now would thrust inquiry on 
Beyond necessity of desire?
I would be named: so pledge
Me, language you old reprobate, my rage
Your own eccentric loves drawn from the edge;
Transfigure my proclaimed ineptitude: 
Twice-born that virgin bridegroom and his bride.