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
We live in our own world , A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. - R. S. Thomas
We live in our own world , A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.
- R. S. Thomas
The meaning is in the waiting. - R. S. Thomas
The meaning is in the waiting.
Poetry is that / which arrives at the intellect / by way of the heart. - R. S. Thomas
Poetry is that / which arrives at the intellect / by way of the heart.
The silence holds with its gloved hand the wild hawk of the mind. - R. S. Thomas
The silence holds with its gloved hand the wild hawk of the mind.
I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow. - R. S. Thomas
I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.
A recurring ideal, I find, is that of simplicity. At times there comes the desire to write with great precision and clarity, words so simple and movi… - R. S. Thomas
A recurring ideal, I find, is that of simplicity. At times there comes the desire to write with great precision and clarity, words so simple and movi…
I'm obviously not orthodox, I don't know how many real poets have ever been orthodox. - R. S. Thomas
I'm obviously not orthodox, I don't know how many real poets have ever been orthodox.
The old men ask for more time; the young waste it. And the philosopher simply smiles, knowing there is none there. - R. S. Thomas
The old men ask for more time; the young waste it. And the philosopher simply smiles, knowing there is none there.
Art is recuperation from time. I lie back convalescing upon the prospect of a harvest already at hand. - R. S. Thomas
Art is recuperation from time. I lie back convalescing upon the prospect of a harvest already at hand.
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