The Way of It (R S Thomas Poems)
With her fingers she turns paintinto flowers, with her bodyflowers into a remembranceof herself. She is at workalways, mending the ...
R. S. Thomas Poems on Flowers (7 Poems)
Praise (R S Thomas Poems)
I praise you becauseyou are artist and scientistin one. When I am somewhatfearful of your power,your ability to work miracleswith ...
Female (R S Thomas Poems)
It was the other way round:God waved his slow wandAnd the creature became a woman,Imperceptibly, retaining its body,Nose, brow, lips, ...
Iago Prytherch (R S Thomas Poems)
Ah. Iago, my friend, whom the ignorant people thoughtThe last of your kind, since all the wealth you broughtFrom the ...
Children’s Song (R S Thomas Poems)
We live in our own world,A world that is too smallFor you to stoop and enterEven on hands and knees,The ...
Pouf (R S Thomas Poems)
It was March.A windBlew. Sudden flowersOpened in the sea'sGarden; a white birdStooped to them. From the townAt the sea's edgeVoices,Frightening ...
Children’s Song (R. S. Thomas Poems)
We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on ...