No di R. S. Thomas And one said, This man can sing; Let’s listen to him. But the othe Dirt on his mind, said, No, let’s Queer him. And the first, being w Consented. So the Thing came 1
The Coming di R. S. Thomas And God held in his hand A small globe. Look he said. The son looked. Far off, As through water, he saw A scorched land of fierce
Pisces di R. S. Thomas Who said to the trout, You shall die on Good Friday To be food for a man And his pretty lady? It was I, said God,
Children's Song di R. S. Thomas We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.
Ninetieth Birthday di R. S. Thomas You go up the long track That will take a car, but is best On slow foot, noting the lichen That writes history on the page Of the grey rock. Trees are about
Threshold di R. S. Thomas I emerge from the mind’s cave into the worse darkness outside, where things pass and the Lord is in none of them. I have heard the still, small voic
Death of a Poet di R. S. Thomas Laid now on his smooth bed For the last time, watching dully Through heavy eyelids the day’s co Widow the sky, what can he say Worthy of record, the books all op
Album di R. S. Thomas My father is dead. I who am look at him who is not, as once he went looking for me in the woman who was.
To a Young Poet di R. S. Thomas For the first twenty years you are Bodily that is: as a poet, of cour You are not born yet. It’s the ne You cut your teeth on to emerge sm For your brash courtship of the mu
The Absence di R. S. Thomas It is this great absence that is like a presence, that comp me to address it without hope of a reply. It is a room I enter from which someone has just