MENNA ELFYN.

Cell Angel.

Poems in memory of Gwyn A. Williams (1925 - 1995)

Professor/Historian/Broadcaster/The People's Hero/Welshman/The nation's Remembrancer

'It's very easy to love Wales, it's the bloody Welsh who are the problem'

          Gwyn A. Williams.

Paradise Time

'The Welsh have danced among these giant cogwheels before. Wales has always been now.'

            Gwyn A. Williams.

Every heaven has its price.

Earth's wealth you sought for her,

trod castle and one night shed -

look, the gaps in the lattice!

followed the flock of humanity's diaspora

humping Utopia to the four quarters.

A lonely man, you measured the Missouri -

through gossamer haulms, cotton-grass, rosehips,

to the smell of lemon balm, for a life

- O that long trek to Beulah - gone astray.

With the unsignatured multitude you starved.

Glosses of the historian lose colour tonight,

Yet in tale of red kite, in lark's lightness,

the clamour of myths will be a wheel never-still

to his memory, who saw through the rainbow

a challenge to the vaunt and claim of the sun.

The crow sees his chick white. The good man did not see his nation bad.