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Angela Morton

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The Waters of Llangenny Falls

(i.m. R.J.R.W.: born Cardiff, October 1928 - died Abergavenny, July 1974)

My brother, on the far side of the weir,
is veiled with spray in this October light
while Salmon leaping through the pulse of air

defy the swirling wall;  hurl a furled fear
of - drowned home-ground, against the river’s - height.
My brother, on the far side of the weir

has gone beyond our call.  Could he still hear
Usk’s tall crescendo;  would he, still, delight
in Salmon - leaping:  through the pulse of air,

has his heart turned aside?  Is he - elsewhere
while homing fish arc past, in glistening flight?
My brother on the far side of the weir,

does he glimpse only brown?  As colour - silvers, here,
has his heart - lost rhythm:  tuning with the plight
of Salmon leaping through the pulse of air?

Across hurt years, these currents shift and wear
as soon the shining shadows burn to white:
my brother - on the far side of the weir -
the Salmon - leaping - through the pulse of air -

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