Wales on LSD

Below is part of a poem by the American poet Allen Ginsberg, written on LSD, while on a visit to the Llanthony Valley Wales in 1967. A rainy Wales could seem a bit miserable, but you can feel the magnificence and ecstasy in his vision. On my recent experience of the stuff, I didn't write poetry: I did my psychonaut thing under the duvet, which was glorious in its own way :)

White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow

Trees moving in rivers of wind

The clouds arise

as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist

above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed

along a green crag

glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley rain.

All the Valley quivered, one extended motion, wind

undulating on mossy hills

a giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels

on the mountainside

whose leaf-branch tendrils moved asway

in granitic undertow down—

and lifted the floating Nebulous upward, and lifted the arms of the trees

and lifted the grasses an instant in balance

and lifted the lambs to hold still

and lifted the green of the hill, in one solemn wave