The Welsh Rugby Union Limited Annual Report 2012 Adroddiad Blynyddol 2012 Undeb Rygbi Cymru Cyf Song at the Year’S Turning After R.S
The Welsh Rugby Union Limited Annual Report 2012 Adroddiad Blynyddol 2012 Undeb Rygbi Cymru Cyf Song at the Year’s Turning After R.S. Thomas The Millennium Stadium Cardiff, Midnight, New Year’s Eve 2011/2012 The firework’s cannon-echo fades, the rocket’s falling star decays as first with seconds, then minutes the year begins to carve its ways. The pitch grass is pale and short, dew-damp underfoot, the blades coaxed by low-suspended lamps further from their roots. Everything is to come, the stadium a vessel, the quiet a settled dust, a stillness anticipating the violence of a match day’s lust. The stands of seats are a crucible of voices, everything still to say, a hundred exit men between them, running their lives away. The soundscape of a cave, dripping in the night. Or a winter wood where every creak and sigh suggests the ear of tooth or blood. A single bird takes flight across the opened roof as if lifting from a bough, its feathers lit, as bright as a sub breaking from touch like the breaking of a vow. A blessing? Perhaps. For seasons and matches also have their grace, not only turning but returning too, beginning at the same beginning place. We are grown from memory but alive only now, our past breaths upon the wind. Whatever has been done, though there, is gone; whoever sinned, whoever won, is recalled and forgotten here, where glory, bruise and blame will all be washed away by now. The new grass shall purge us in its flame.
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