I bring you a special treat today. Vernon Watkins, Welsh poet, is the man for April 10. I was introduced to him by Kathleen Raine. She considered him a great poet. I could sit and read his collected poems all day. And so, humbly, and for what it is worth, I agree with Kathleen. She is quoted on the book jacket as saying that T.S.Eliot and Yeats held him in high regard and that he is a poet’s poet. I wasn’t satisfied to provide only the first brief poem, so there are two poems today.
When the trees drop their leaves in frost,
Old Earth, deep-rooted, knows her own;
Poets, who loved her, are the last
To leave her, when the rest have flown.
The Path of Light
Light comes from stillness, and the leaves are made
Where a beam kills time’s origin and scheme,
Leaving pure terror…
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