"Ponderynge together yestardayes promise, and two-dayes doyng"
(Hall's Chronicle - 1548)

"Goronigl gwyr yr Ynys" (Lewis Glyn Cothi - 1450)


St George's Basilica, Prague

They do not point, these arches,
But bend in a low arc around silence.
Is it that they have nothing
To point at, existing only to let
What light there is suffuse their stonework
And transmit from somewhere else what -
In darkness - is radiantly glimpsed?
Or is it that they frame

That which is beyond them,
The unlit chambers where mystery
Lingers suggestively in corners, unassuming
And unwilling to aspire?  Lacking
Sharpness, they do not pierce the sky
But reflect, more subtly, heaven’s domain.