The Interrogatio (R S Thomas Poems)
But the financiers will askIn that day: IS it not betterTo leave broken bank balancesBehind than broken heads?And Christ recognizing ...
R. S. Thomas Poems (81 Poems)
Pieta (R S Thomas Poems)
Always the same hillsCrowd the horizon,Remote witnessOf the still scene.And in the foregroundThe tall Cross,Sombre, untenanted,Aches for the BodyThat is ...
Carol (R S Thomas Poems)
What is the Christmas withoutsnow? We need itas bread of a coldclimate, ermine to trimour sins with, a briefsleeve for ...
The Cat and the Sea (R S Thomas Poems)
It is a matter of a black catOn a bare cliff top in MarchWhose eyes anticipateThe gorse petals;The formal equation ...
Sorry (R. S. Thomas Poems)
Dear parents, I forgive you my life, Begotten in a drab town, The intention was good; Passing the street now, ...
Chapel Deacon (R. S. Thomas Poems)
Who put that crease in your soul, Davies, ready this fine morning For the staid chapel, where the Book's frown ...
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 ...
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 ...
Poetry For Supper (R. S. Thomas Poems)
'Listen, now, verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse ...
A Blackbird Singing (R. S. Thomas Poems)
It seems wrong that out of this bird, Black, bold, a suggestion of dark Places about it, there yet should ...
Ninetieth Birthday (R. S. Thomas Poems)
You go up the long track That will take a car, but is best walked On slow foot, noting the ...
An Old Man (R. S. Thomas Poems)
Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws, Or marking the ...
The Woman (R. S. Thomas Poems)
So beautiful--God himself quailed at her approach: the long body curved like the horizon. Why had he made her so? ...
A Peasant (R. S. Thomas Poems)
Iago Prytherch his name, though, be it allowed, Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hills, Who pens a ...
Welsh Landscape (R. S. Thomas Poems)
To live in Wales is to be conscious At dusk of the spilled blood That went into the making of ...
On The Farm (R. S. Thomas Poems)
There was Dai Puw. He was no good. They put him in the fields to dock swedes, And took the ...
The Village (R. S. Thomas Poems)
Scarcely a street, too few houses To merit the title; just a way between The one tavern and the one ...
A Welsh Testament (R. S. Thomas Poems)
All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter? I spoke a tongue that was passed on To me in the ...
Death Of A Poet (R. S. Thomas Poems)
Laid now on his smooth bed For the last time, watching dully Through heavy eyelids the day's colour Widow the ...
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 ...