Ker avel

KER AVEL

 

The weather vane turns

--The wind's fantasy—

The Southwest wind

The Atlantic wind

The salty wind of Hope

Blows today

On the crest of Keravel

Bringing clearly to my ear

an unexpected strain

The music of hammers

Striking hurriedly

Like a child's heart.

A resurrection, a rebirth,

The rebuilding of an abandoned farm.

A miracle of Love.

Life sowing,

The Race reblossoming,

The Race awakening To build its dream.

...My heart pounds!

 

[St.]John's Day 1962.