Originally Posted by
duncs
I've been reading back posts, (which has been brillliant) & saw a poem by RS Thomas which Alf posted. This took me back instantly 35 yrs to school in Swansea and I've spent an hour searching for a Thomas poem I had to learn called The Foreboding. Havent found it so have ordered his complete works in order to (Im a bit crazy like that..)
However, here is another offering -
Pieta
by R.S. Thomas
Always the same hills
Crown the horizon,
Remote witnesses
Of the still scene
And in the foreground
The tall Cross,
Sombre, untenanted,
Aches for the Body
That is back in the cradle
of a maid's arms.
He wasnt the most cheerful of poets, old Ronald Stuart, but his poerty left its deep mark on a number of us young Welshmen.
And lastly there was the girl:
Beauty under some spell of the beast.
Her pale face was the lantern
By which they read in life's dark book
The shrill sentence: God is love.
From On the Farm