Lasting friendship

Lasting friendship

Such love I cannot analyse; It does not rest in lips or eyes, Neither in kisses nor caress. Partly, I know, it’s gentleness   And understanding in one word Or in brief letters. It’s preserved By trust and by respect and awe, These are the words I’m feeling for....
Christmas: Poetry or Prose?

Christmas: Poetry or Prose?

Christmas Eve! Five Hundred poets waited, pen Poised above paper, for the poem to arrive, bells ringing. It was because The chimney was too small, because they had ceased to believe, the poem had passed them by on its way out into oblivion, leaving the doorstep bare...
It was himself he played

It was himself he played

… I could see, too, the twitching of the fingers, Caught temporarily in art’s neurosis, As we sat there or warmly applauded This player who so beautifully suffered For each of us upon his instrument.   So it must have been on Calvary In the fiercer light of the...
Glory in the Silence

Glory in the Silence

Was he baulked by silence? He kneeled long And saw love in a dark crown Of thorns blazing, and a winter tree Golden with fruit of a man’s body.   R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), Song at the Year’s Turning, 1955.
Good Friday

Good Friday

…The Carpenter had done his work well to sustain the carpenter’s burden; the cross an example of the power of art to transcend timber.   R.S. Thomas (1913-2000).