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RAY GRAVELL
1951-2007

There used to be
Detonations on the telly –
It was Grav discussing rugby.

There used to be
From the radio great warmth surging -
Grav conversing.

When he wore red, his country’s jersey,
Then, in him, our old Welsh nation
Blazed, a raging conflagration.

He stood at the Eisteddfod
A giant with a mighty sword
Above poets, all renowned,
Above poets chaired and crowned.

Our Welshness was in us far stronger
For our knowing him.

Hearts beat a little happier
After talk and banter
With him.

In his heart there was a light
That made all those who met him
A little better.

Now, tonight, it is November,
Dark and angry;
Without him it is winter.

There is silence on the screen,
Nevermore will he be seen
On the telly, live.*

But his passion will not alter,
His exuberance not falter,
His great spirit will not wither,
While we are here to remember.

 
There was something in him
That kindled in us, all who met him,
The potency of graciousness;
And for that we thank him.

( *As in a `live’ programme, as opposed to one `recorded’.
This is an English version of the Welsh original.)

Gwyn Thomas, National Poet of Wales