The Ancients of the World (R S Thomas Poems)
The salmon lying in the depths of Llyn Llifon Secretly as a thought in a dark mind,Is not so old as ...
The salmon lying in the depths of Llyn Llifon Secretly as a thought in a dark mind,Is not so old as ...
Upon the mossed rock by the springShe sits, forgetful of her pail,Lost in remote rememberingOf that which may no more ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
O Earth, Earth, Earth,I am dying for love of thee,For thou hast given me birth,And thy hands have tended me.I ...
Sunset again! Behind the massy greenOf the continuous oaks the sun hath fallen, And his last rays have struggled through, ...
A highway white with dust that winds amidAn undulating stretch of breezy down,Whose ruggedness by spreading ferns is hid-Four miles ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
WHERE baby oaks play in the breeze Among wood-sorrel and fringed fern, Through the green garments of the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
I There is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those ...
The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap. The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest. It shakes above the ...
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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