I read some far-off words.

This is no bamboo mountain

yet here too the natural stillness

creeps from the stones and trees

as in my secret heart I discover

my lone home.


Thinking of you and the passing years

of war and waste, treaties broken

and pledges meaningless,

the rise in prices and the difficulty of travel

passports and regulations,

I am comforted to know that old officials

in your ancient land also knew

the weariness of worldly noise,

that little changes in a thousand years

is proven true.

Time and space are endless

and only a fool finds a comfortable way.



Maenllwyd 1994



A dance in which partners frequently change: a good way to engender conviviality, “breaking the ice” in the rather formal dance occasions of the period.