Author: R S Thomas

There was Dai Puw. He was no good. They put him in the fields to dock swedes, And took the […]

You go up the long track That will take a car, but is best walked On slow foot, noting the […]

So beautiful God himself quailed At her approach: the long body curved Like the horizon. Why had he made Her […]

Laid now on his smooth bed For the last time, watching dully Through heavy eyelids the day’s colour Widow the […]

We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on […]

We met under a shower Of bird-notes. Fifty years passed, Love’s moment in a world in Servitude to time. She […]

Scarcely a street, too few houses To merit the title; just a way between The one tavern and the one […]

‘Listen, now, verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse […]

Who put that crease in your soul, Davies, ready this fine morning For the staid chapel, where the Book’s frown […]

Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws, Or marking the […]

All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter? I spoke a tongue that was passed on To me in the […]

To live in Wales is to be conscious At dusk of the spilled blood That went into the making of […]

She is young. Have I the right Even to name her? Child, It is not love I offer Your quick […]

My father is dead. I who am look at him Who is not, as once he Went looking for me […]

Dear parents, I forgive you my life, Begotten in a drab town, The intention was good; Passing the street now, […]