Ronald Stuart Thomas
A Blackbird Singing by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Blackbird Singing by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It seems wrong that out of this bird,Black, bold, a suggestion of dark Places about it, there yet should comeSuch rich music, as though the notes'Ore were changed to a rare ...

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A Day In Autumn by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Day In Autumn by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few lastLeaves adding their decorationTo the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffsOf the boughs with gold; a bird preeningIn ...

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On The Farm by Ronald Stuart Thomas

On The Farm by Ronald Stuart Thomas

There was Dai Puw. He was no good. They put him in the fields to dock swedes, And took the knife from him, when he came home At late evening with a grin Like the slash of a knife ...

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Good by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Good by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The old man comes out on the hilland looks down to recall earlier daysin the valley. He sees the stream shine,the church stand, hears the litter ofchildren's voices. A chill in ...

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A Blackbird Singing by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Blackbird Singing by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It seems wrong that out of this bird,Black, bold, a suggestion of dark Places about it, there yet should comeSuch rich music, as though the notes'Ore were changed to a rare ...

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A Day In Autumn by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Day In Autumn by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few lastLeaves adding their decorationTo the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffsOf the boughs with gold; a bird preeningIn ...

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A Welsh Testament by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Welsh Testament by Ronald Stuart Thomas

All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?I spoke a tongue that was passed onTo me in the place I happened to be,A place huddled between grey wallsOf cloud for at least half the ...

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Children’s Song by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Children’s Song by Ronald Stuart Thomas

We live in our own world,A world that is too smallFor you to stoop and enterEven on hands and knees,The adult subterfuge.And though you probe and pryWith analytic eye,And ...

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Pisces by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Pisces by Ronald Stuart 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, Who formed the roses In the delicate flesh And the tooth that ...

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Here by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Here by Ronald Stuart Thomas

I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow. I am like a tree, From my top boughs I can see The footprints that led up to me. There ...

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Ninetieth Birthday by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Ninetieth Birthday by Ronald Stuart Thomas

You go up the long trackThat will take a car, but is best walkedOn slow foot, noting the lichenThat writes history on the pageOf the grey rock. Trees are about youAt first, but ...

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Death Of A Poet by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Death Of A Poet by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Laid now on his smooth bedFor the last time, watching dullyThrough heavy eyelids the day's colourWidow the sky, what can he sayWorthy of record, the books all open,Pens ready, the ...

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A Peasant by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Peasant by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Iago Prytherch his name, though, be it allowed,Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hills,Who pens a few sheep in a gap of cloud.Docking mangels, chipping the green skinFrom the ...

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The Cat And The Sea by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Cat And The Sea by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It is a matter of a black cat On a bare cliff top in March Whose eyes anticipate The gorse petals; The formal equation of A domestic purr With the cold interiors Of the sea's ...

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Welsh Landscape by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Welsh Landscape by Ronald Stuart Thomas

To live in Wales is to be consciousAt dusk of the spilled bloodThat went into the making of the wild sky,Dyeing the immaculate riversIn all their courses.It is to be aware,Above ...

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Chapel Deacon by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Chapel Deacon by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Who put that crease in your soul,Davies, ready this fine morningFor the staid chapel, where the Book's frownSobers the sunlight? Who taught you to prayAnd scheme at once, your ...

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Night And Morning by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Night And Morning by Ronald Stuart Thomas

One night of tempest I arose and wentAlong the Menai shore on dreaming bent;The wind was strong, and savage swung the tide,And the waves blustered on Caernarfon side.But on the ...

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The Way Of It by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Way Of It by Ronald Stuart Thomas

With her fingers she turns paintinto flowers, with her bodyflowers into a remembranceof herself. She is at workalways, mending the garmentof our marriage, foraginglike a bird for ...

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An Old Man by Ronald Stuart Thomas

An Old Man by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretensionOf holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,Or marking the texture of its living bark,A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of ...

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A Welshman To Any Tourist by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Welshman To Any Tourist by Ronald Stuart Thomas

We've nothing vast to offer you, no desertsExcept the waste of thoughtForming from mind erosion;No canyons where the pterodactyl's wingFalls like a shadow.the hills are fine, of ...

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Ruins by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Ruins by Ronald Stuart Thomas

And this was a civilization That came to nothing--he spurned with his toe The slave-coloured dust. We breathed it in Thankfully, oxygen to our culture. Somebody found a curved ...

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Praise by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Praise by Ronald Stuart Thomas

I praise you becauseyou are artist and scientistin one. When I am somewhatfearful of your power,your ability to work miracleswith a set-square, I hearyou murmuring to yourselfin a ...

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Taliesin by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Taliesin by Ronald Stuart Thomas

I have been all men known to history,Wondering at the world and at time passing;I have seen evil, and the light blessingInnocent love under a spring sky.I have been Merlin ...

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The Village by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Village by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Scarcely a street, too few housesTo merit the title; just a way betweenThe one tavern and the one shopThat leads nowhere and fails at the topOf the short hill, eaten awayBy long ...

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The Ancients Of The World by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Ancients Of The World by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The salmon lying in the depths of Llyn LlifonSecretly as a thought in a dark mind,Is not so old as the owl of Cwm CowlydWho tells her sorrow nightly on the wind.The ousel singing ...

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Sorry by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Sorry by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Dear parents,I forgive you my life,Begotten in a drab town,The intention was good; Passing the street now,I see still the remains of sunlight.It was not the bone buckled; You gave ...

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Poetry For Supper by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Poetry For Supper by Ronald Stuart Thomas

'Listen, now, verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse soil To the white flower of immortal beauty.' 'Natural, hell! What was ...

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Welsh History by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Welsh History by Ronald Stuart Thomas

We were a people taut for war; the hillsWere no harder, the thin grassClothed them more warmly than the coarseShirts our small bones.We fought, and were always in retreat,Like ...

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Album by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Album by Ronald Stuart Thomas

My father is dead.I who am look at himwho is not, as once hewent looking for mein the woman who was.There are picturesof the two of them, no need of a third, handin hand, hearts ...

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The Woman by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Woman by Ronald Stuart Thomas

So beautiful- God himself quailed at her approach: the long body curved like the horizon. Why had he made her so? How would it be, she said, leaning towards him, if instead of ...

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Evans by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Evans by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Evans? Yes, many a timeI came down his bare flightOf stairs into the gaunt kitchenWith its wood fire, where crickets sangAccompaniment to the black kettle"sWhine, and so into the ...

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The Dark Well by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Dark Well by Ronald Stuart Thomas

They see you as they see you,A poor farmer with no name,Ploughing cloudward, sowing the windWith squalls of gulls at the day's end.To me you are Prytherch, the manWho more than ...

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Thirteen Blackbirds Looking At A Man by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Thirteen Blackbirds Looking At A Man by Ronald Stuart Thomas

IIt is calm.It is as thoughwe lived in a gardenthat had not yet arrivedat the knowledge ofgood and evil.But there is a man in it.IIThere will berain falling verticallyfrom an ...

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The Absence by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Absence by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It is this great absencethat is like a presence, that compelsme to address it without hopeof a reply. It is a room I enterfrom which someone has justgone, the vestibule for the ...

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A Marriage by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A Marriage by Ronald Stuart Thomas

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 openedthem on her wrinkles.`Come,' ...

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The Bright Field by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Bright Field by Ronald Stuart Thomas

I have seen the sun break throughto illuminate a small fieldfor a while, and gone my wayand forgotten it. But that was thepearl of great price, the one field that had
 treasure in ...

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The Dance by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Dance by Ronald Stuart Thomas

She is young. Have I the rightEven to name her? Child,It is not love I offerYour quick limbs, your eyes;Only the barren homageOf an old man whom timeCrucifies. Take my handA ...

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The Old Language by Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Old Language by Ronald Stuart Thomas

England, what have you done to make the speechMy fathers used a stranger to my lips,An offence to the ear, a shackle on the tongueThat would fit new thoughts to an abiding ...

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