Interviews
10 Questions for David Lloyd
- By Franchesca Viaud
Here, the bodies of children. They died at dusk.
Instead of bread, fed stones from the sling.
Kept from shelter until their bodies stiffened.
The sun failed to keep them warm.
And she, the greatest sun, could not love them,
because of the stones, because of the serpent.
—translated from Waldo Williams' "The Dead Children," Volume 65, Issue 2 (Summer 2024)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you translated.
When I was working on my first book, an anthology titled The Urgency of Identity: Contemporary English-Language Poetry from Wales (TriQuarterly Books/Northwestern University Press), I translated the “Hon” by Welsh-language poet T. H. Parry-Williams with my mother, Mair Lloyd, whose...