From Angle To Les   You’ll know from the pause between your last letter And this I’m not well. You and I hear Each other’s depression round half the world— No answer, and you know I’m curled Under the duvet and in the dark.   It’s passing now, so I’m down in Angle To walk it off. At St Mary’s—medieval— A few of us worship With Gerald of Wales, priest of this strip Of fields on a western peninsula. There’s a chapel of rest for drowned sailors, The sea’s cold fruit.   It’s blowing a gale Today and I took…