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 Youth (12 Poems)
Album (R S Thomas Poems)
My father is dead.I who am look at himwho is not, as once hewent looking for mein the woman who ...
Petition (R S Thomas Poems)
And I standing in the shadeHave seen it a thousand timesHappen: first theft, then murder;Rape; the rueful actsOf the blind ...
The Old Language (R S Thomas Poems)
England, what have you done to make the speechMy fathers used a stranger to my lips,An offence to the ear, ...
The Country Clergy (R S Thomas Poems)
I see them working in old rectoriesBy the sun's light, by candlelight,Venerable men, their black clothA little dusty, a little ...
Lament for Prytherch (R S Thomas Poems)
When I was young, when I was young!Were you ever young, Prytherch, a rich farmer:Cows in the byre, sheep in ...
A Marriage (R S Thomas Poems)
We metunder a showerof bird-notes.Fifty years passed,love's momentin a world inservitude to time.She was young;I kissed with my eyesclosed and ...
Song for Gwydion (R S Thomas Poems)
When I was a child and the soft flesh was formingQuietly as snow on the bare bough of bone,My father ...
The Dance (R S Thomas Poems)
She is young. Have I the rightEven to name her? Child,It is not love I offerYour quick limbs, your eyes;Only ...
A Marriage (R. S. Thomas Poems)
We met under a shower of bird-notes. Fifty years passed, love's moment in a world in servitude to time. She ...
The Dance (R. S. Thomas Poems)
She is young. Have I the right Even to name her? Child, It is not love I offer Your quick ...
Album (R. S. Thomas Poems)
My father is dead. I who am look at him who is not, as once he went looking for me ...