Summer 1998 • Vol. XX No. 3/4 PoetryJuly 1, 1998 |

The Welsh Poet

The Welsh poet said of his mother who "left the world" last week "She was never dead in or out of it." He showed me a beautiful Indian bird red with yellow dots on it: Happiness. Beauty. Art. —That bird seems to like you. —Yes, that bird knows there's not much time. The mother has a gold body now.

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