“Natural, hell! What was it Chaucer Said once about the long toil that goes like blood to the poems making? Leave it to nature and the verse sprawls, Limp as bindweed, if it break at all Life's iron crust Man, you must sweat And rhyme your guts taut, if you'd build Your verse a ladder.”
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Collected Poems: 1945-1990 R.S.Thomas: Collected Poems : R S Thomas
The book is a compilation of R.S. Thomas's poetry, featuring a range of themes and styles that reflect his deep engagement with the natural world, spiritual inquiry, and the human condition. It includes works that have been celebrated for their lyrical beauty and philosophical depth. more
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Source: Collected Poems: 1945-1990 R.S.Thomas: Collected Poems : R S Thomas
Source: Collected Poems: 1945-1990 R.S.Thomas: Collected Poems : R S Thomas
Source: Collected Poems: 1945-1990 R.S.Thomas: Collected Poems : R S Thomas
“I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.”
“I have nowhere to go. The swift satellites show The clock of my whole being is slow.”
Source: R. S. Thomas: Everyman Poetry: Everyman's Poetry
