The earth keeps the tap root of death
The flesh covering bones will rot,
or, if it does not, will remain
as stone relics
fragments of a city under heap.
The flesh of leaves will descend into oblivion,
blood filled limbs becoming clay,
veins of branches clotting coldly.
Without a root in the earth
death's finality is our death,
like snowflakes on a river's current,
like the birds' designs in the sky:
There is no resurrection where there is no earth.
- Euros Bowen
Bowen was a Welsh poet of the Rhondda Valley. His father was a Congregationalist minister, though Bowen became a priest in the Anglican Church. He wrote this poem in Welsh, and this is his translation from the Welsh. Bowen was strongly attracted to Eastern Christianity. He twice won the crown at the National Eisteddfod.