National Library of Wales

Step from the train
follow the crowd
from dusty platform
to Euston Road.

Welcome to blurt,
to blare, to black
fart and swirl
of traffic-stench.

These box the ears;
they scour and sting
both nose and pharynx.

Welcome back to London.

Waters ever-
gurgle down
the dark-leaved dingle
above Llanbadarn Fawr;
with black-faced sheep
on Constitution Hill
grazing lush grass
beside the Library’s
eastern wall.