Gouel an hollsent
ALL SAINTS' DAY
The sky is dark ...
An atmosphere of mourning!
The bells of Tregrom
10 are sounding the knell
of the dead...
..
In passing over
Pont-Kozh I am standing
Before a painful
tableau like the Picture of Despair!
The water is dark
and low and dead;
For it's locked over
there, behind the mound
The big dam of
Kernaskireg.
Coming, from the
fold of Keravel forest,
Straight to the old
mill of Kernoterioω
Is the Leger
descending on her plain
Like a wide black
velvet ribbon,
Between the long
meadows cropped short
Under the guard of
the tall half-bare poplars
And conveying
slowly, slowly,
Clusters of brown
and yellow leaves.
..
At the far end of
the Bridge is the log
So calm, so
motionless!
On it are collected
little boats of leaves
Like a seaful of
souls!
Waiting for nights
to cross the sluice-gate
With plaintive cries
Like the humming of
the wind right now,
on the night of All Saints' Day.
March 1963.
10 The nearby village.
