London: Enitharmon Press (1976).
A posthumous collection of Welch's intensely personal poetry and a selection of his drawings, with an Introduction by Jean-Louis Chevalier.
Mine was a lost and moony life
Alone among the fields at night:
Or in the loft with the sick smelling apples
Blistering along the shelves in the moonlight.
Mine was a life all to myself
With torn newspaper about my feet,
But now I lie beneath this enemy sky
At the end of the longest street.
Of a total edition of 660 copies, this is one of 60 special numbered copies on blue paper and specially bound. A fine copy. Uncommon.