#r.s. thomas

[hyperions-fate]

R.S. Thomas, 'Taliesin 1952', Song at the Year's Turning (1955)

[apoemaday]

This

by R.S. Thomas

I thought, you see, that on some still night, When stars were shrill over his farm, And he and I kept ourselves warm By an old fire, whose bars were bright With real heat, the truth might ripen Between us naturally as the fruit Of his wild hedges, or as the roots, Swedes and mangolds, he grew then.

No luck; the thoughts hopefully sown On such evenings never could break The mind’s crust. Keeping my own Company now. I have forsaken All but his poor basement of bone, Where the one dry flame is awake.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

R.S.Thomas

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of september

robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "[dear dusty moth]"

robin ekiss the mansion of happiness: "the bones of august"

e.e. cummings complete poems 1904-1962: "[anyone lived in a pretty how town]"

daisy fried econo motel, ocean city

david campos guilt shower and bad catholic

deborah a. miranda the zen of la llorona: "advice from la llorona"

v. penelope pelizzon blood memory

aimee nezhukumatathil invitation

jeffrey jullich portrait of colon dash paranthesis: "some materials may be inappropriate for children"

karina borowicz september tomatoes

patricia kirkpatrick survivor's guilt

kamau brathwaite born to slow horses: "i was wash-way in blood"

leslie adrienne miller the resurrection trade: "weaning"

allen edwin butt if briefly

gerrit lansing a february sheaf: selected writings, verse and prose: "how we sizzled in the pasture"

jayne cortez on the imperial highway: "in the morning"

stephen yenser preserves

ethan gilsdorf the imprint of september second

kathryn maris abc

paul zarzyski the antler tree

judith goldman vocoder: "rotten oasis"

tato laviera benedición: the complete poetry of tato laviera: "latero story"

tim seibles mosaic

ethan gilsdorf the imprint of september second

lucy wainger jiro dreams of sushi

robert duncan ground work: before the war: "a little language"

r.s. thomas the poems of r.s. thomas: "forest dwellers"

anthony wrynn saint john in the wilderness

reginald gibbons bear

walt whitman "are you the new person drawn toward me?"

kofi

[headlightsforever]

R.S. Thomas

[beguines]

R.S. Thomas, Poems of R.S. Thomas

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

Some ask the world  and are diminished in the receiving  of it. You gave me only this small pool  that the more I drink from, the more overflows  me with sourceless light.

-R.S. Thomas, "Gift"

[tail-feathers]

"We are told with increasing vehemence that this is a scientific age, that science is transforming the world, but is it not also a mechanized and impersonal age, an analytic and clinical one; an age in which under the hard gloss of affluence there can be detected the murmuring of the starved heart and the uneasy spirit?"

R.S. Thomas (1913-2000). Thomas was the Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn of Wales because he was such a troubler of the Welsh conscience. He was one of the major English language and European poets of the 20th century.