a little paper

since a few weeks i carry in my wallet a piece of newspaper with a printed poem by alun lewis.

a poem he dedicated to his wife gweno.

Postscript (for gweno)

If I should go away,
Beloved, do not say
‘He has forgotten me.’
For you abide,
A singing rib within my dreaming side;
You always stay.

And in the mad tormented valley
Where blood and hunger rally
And Death the wild beast is uncaught, untamed,
Our soul withstands the terror
And has its quiet honour
Among the glittering stars your voices named.