The Face (R S Thomas Poems)
When I close my eyes, I can see it,That bare hill with the man ploughing,Corrugating that brown roofUnder a hard ...
When I close my eyes, I can see it,That bare hill with the man ploughing,Corrugating that brown roofUnder a hard ...
Like a painting it is set before one,But less brittle, ageless; these coloursAre renewed daily with variationsOf light and distance ...
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