Ronald Stuart Thomas Heart Poems

  • 1.
    Who put that crease in your soul,
    Davies, ready this fine morning
    For the staid chapel, where the Book's frown
    Sobers the sunlight? Who taught you to pray
    ...
  • 2.
    They see you as they see you,
    A poor farmer with no name,
    Ploughing cloudward, sowing the wind
    With squalls of gulls at the day's end.
    ...
  • 3.
    All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?
    I spoke a tongue that was passed on
    To me in the place I happened to be,
    A place huddled between grey walls
    ...
  • 4.
    Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension
    Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,
    Or marking the texture of its living bark,
    A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years,
    ...
  • 5.
    I am a man now.
    Pass your hand over my brow.
    You can feel the place where the brains grow.

    ...
  • 6.
    It will not always be like this,
    The air windless, a few last
    Leaves adding their decoration
    To the treesâ?? shoulders, braiding the cuffs
    ...
  • 7.
    Laid now on his smooth bed
    For the last time, watching dully
    Through heavy eyelids the day's colour
    Widow the sky, what can he say
    ...
  • 8.
    I have been all men known to history,
    Wondering at the world and at time passing;
    I have seen evil, and the light blessing
    Innocent love under a spring sky.
    ...
Total 8 Heart Poems by Ronald Stuart Thomas

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Nolwandle: Nice poems

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