The Wife of Llew

The Wife of Llew

AND Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring:
"Come now and let us make a wife for Llew."

And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew,
And in a shadow made a magic ring:
They took the violet and the meadow-sweet
To form her pretty face, and for her feet
They built a mound of daisies on a wing,
And for her voice they made a linnet sing
In the wide poppy blowing for her mouth.
And over all they chanted twenty hours.
And Llew came singing from the azure south
And bore away his wife of birds and flowers.

Francis Ledwidge (1887 – 1917).

Based on a tale from the Mabinogion this poem gives an indication of the Irish poet’s interest in the wider Celtic world.

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