And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look, he said,
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows; a bright
Serpent, a river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.
On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. Many people
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.

"The Coming,"
from H'm
You can also find this in
COLLECTED POEMS 1945-1990(J.M.Dent, 1993).

Back ground image: The church of the St.Hywyn in Aberdaron.
This photo was taken in 2002 by Yoshifum! Nagata.