Richard Burton was Welsh. Clearly then there’s no one better than he to read Welsh Incident by Robert Graves (1895-1985). His baritone is perfect to convey the mood and the mystery.
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.' 'What were they? Mermaids? Dragons? Ghosts?' 'Nothing at all of any things like that.' 'What were they, then?' 'All sorts of queer things, Things never seen or heard or written about, Very strange, un-Welsh, utterly peculiar Things. Oh, solid enough they seemed to touch, Had anyone dared it. Marvellous creation, All various shapes and sizes, and no sizes, All new, each perfectly unlike his neighbour, Though all came moving slowly out together.' 'Describe just one of them.' 'I am unable.' 'What were their colours?' 'Mostly nameless colours, Colours you'd like to see; but one was puce Or perhaps more like crimson, but not purplish. Some had no colour.' 'Tell me, had they legs?' 'Not a leg or foot among them that I saw.' 'But did these things come out in any order?' What o'clock was it? What was the day of the week? Who else was present? How was the weather?' 'I was coming to that. It was half-past three On Easter Tuesday last. The sun was shining. The Harlech Silver Band played Marchog Jesu On thirty-seven shimmering instruments Collecting for Caernarvon's (Fever) Hospital Fund. The populations of Pwllheli, Criccieth, Portmadoc, Borth, Tremadoc, Penrhyndeudraeth, Were all assembled. Criccieth's mayor addressed them First in good Welsh and then in fluent English, Twisting his fingers in his chain of office, Welcoming the things. They came out on the sand, Not keeping time to the band, moving seaward Silently at a snail's pace. But at last The most odd, indescribable thing of all Which hardly one man there could see for wonder Did something recognizably a something.' 'Well, what?' 'It made a noise.' 'A frightening noise?' 'No, no.' 'A musical noise? A noise of scuffling?' 'No, but a very loud, respectable noise —- Like groaning to oneself on Sunday morning In Chapel, close before the second psalm.' 'What did the mayor do?' 'I was coming to that.'
I have adopted parts of the poem. “utterly peculiar, un-Welsh, I was coming to that” etc. Anyway, I say they were aliens.