PLAY

Your move I would have
said, but he was not
playing: my game a dilemma
that was without horns.

As though one can sit at table
with God! His mind shines
on the black and the white
squares. We stake our all

on the capture of the one
queen, as though to hold life
to ransom. He, if he plays, plays
unconcernedly among the pawns.







"Play,"
from Frequencies
You can also find this in
COLLECTED POEMS 1945-1990(J.M.Dent, 1993).


backgroud image: St. Hywyn's Church, Aberdaron