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Gwyneth Lewis is one of the most prominent Welsh poets of her generation, and the first writer...
What's in a Name?
Today the wagtail finally forgot
that once I called it sigl-di-gwt.
It didn’t give a tinker’s toss,
kept right on rooting in river moss,
(no longer mwswgl) relieved, perhaps,
that someone would be noticing less
about its habits. Magpies’ fear of men
lessened, as we’d lost one means
(the word pioden) of keeping track
of terrorists birds out in the back.
Lleian wen is not the same as ‘smew’
because it’s another point of view,
another bird. There’s been a cull:
gwylan’s gone and we’re left with ‘gull’
and blunter senses till that day
when ‘swallows’, like gwennol, might stay away.
from Chaotic Angels: poems in English (Bloodaxe, 2005), © Gwyneth Lewis, 2005, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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