<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>While I Write and Breathe...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every time<br>I hold this pen<br>I feel some moving spirit stir, <br>Like mist in distant valleys, pouring<br>Down from Snowdon's druid lair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down along <br>The deep Welsh valleys, <br>Through the blood of ancient cells, <br>Seeking, ever seeking knowledge, <br>Stored within the Book of Kells. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late at night<br>I well remember<br>You, hunched at your crystal ball, <br>Gazing ever deep at shadows, <br>Haunting you, from times before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born from out<br>The Mabinogi, <br>Steeped in myth and songs unsung, <br>Caught your whispered Celtic tales from<br>Taliesin's silvered tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once you rose<br>In Aberavon, <br>Building fires before the dawn, <br>You, long weaned on dragon's milk<br>Could spell each witch, or evil-born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you grew<br>They travelled with you, <br>Dreams and myths and second sight, <br>Gypsies turned and crossed themselves<br>When meeting you at past-midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, who taught me<br>How to scribe<br>The signs and portents of our fate, <br>I hold the pen, you hold my hand<br>And pen the words I dissipate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though you've gone<br>To roam the valleys, <br>Haunt the chalets of your kin, <br>I see you stare from out the crystal, <br>Every time my gaze stares in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, you are<br>Old and weathered, <br>Long gone from this mortal shore, <br>Still your blood revives my palate, <br>Paints your colours at my core.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paints your colours, <br>Chants your passions<br>Traces all your patterns here, <br>You will never be forgotten<br>While I write and breathe, my dear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 March 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366036" data-title="While I Write and Breathe... de David Lewis Paget" data-description="Every time I hold this pen I feel some moving spirit stir, Like mist in distant valleys, pouring Down from Snowdon's druid lair. Down along The deep Welsh valleys, Through the blood of ancient cells, Seeking, ever seeking knowledge, Stored w..."></div> </div> </div>

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