Do you think there's a far border town, somewhere,
The desert's edge, last of the lands we know,
Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,
In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go
Together, hand in hand again, out there,
Into the waste we know not, into the night?
Rupert Brooke “The Wayfarers”
And I rose
In a rainy autumn
And walked abroad in shower of all my days
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.
Dylan Thomas “Poem in October”
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
The sun emerging opes an azure sky;
A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day:
Thomas Parnell “The Hermit”
The roving tide, the sleeping hills,
These are the borders of that zone
Where they may fare as fancy wills
Whose wisdom smiles and calls her own.
Bliss Carman “The Vagabonds”
After tea we all strolled out into the garden and stood on the high terrace to see the eclipse. It had just begun. The shadow was slowly steadily stretching over the large bright moon and had eaten away a small piece at the lower left side.
Francis Kilvert Tuesday July 12th 1870
Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,
Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i'm golwg sydd hardd;
Evan James “Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau”
Hay Fair and a large one. The roads thronged with men and droves of red white-faced cattle hustling and pattering to the Fair, an unusual number of men returning drunk.
Francis Kilvert Monday April 11th 1870
..tried to catch the 8.45 train but while Henry Dew and I were running alog the line to the station we heard the train coming behind us and it glided past close blazing with lamps into Hay in spite of Henry Dew’s running and hooting. So I walked home. Over the border out of England into Wales in the dark.
Francis Kilvert Tuesday 3rd October 1873
On the curve of a hill
That pushes against you
Dig in your heel
And let the sky settle
Into place about you
Thomas A Clarke “Turning”
Make me content
With some sweetness
Have no wings, -
Edward Thomas “Wings”
The white leaves float upon the air,
The red leaves flutter idly down,
Some fall upon her yellow gown,
And some upon her raven hair.
Oscar Wilde “Le Panneau”
Midnight, one more night without sleepin'
Watchin' till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'
Marvin Moore “Green Door”
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
William Butler Yeats “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”
She, then, like snow in a dark night,
Fell secretly. And the world waked
With dazzling of the drowsy eye,
So that some muttered 'Too much light',
And drew the curtains close.
Thomas A Clarke “Creag Liath”
The dark hills
Thomas A Clarke “Green”
Upon yonder rise there's a clump of trees –
Their shadows look cool and broad –
You can crop the grass as fast as you please,
While I stretch my limbs on the sward;
'Tis pleasant, I ween, with a leafy screen
O'er the weary head, to lie
On the mossy carpet of emerald green,
'Neath the vault of the azure sky;
Walter Scott “Beneath the Greenwood Bough”
No habitation can be seen; but they
Who journey tither find themselves alone
With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites
That overhead are sailing in the sky.
William Wordsworth “Michael”
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heyday of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
Dylan Thomas “Fern Hill”