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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘In Great Waters’ - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan) #Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd #Poet #Poetry #Poem

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

2 poems by #RSThomas … ‘Patterns’ (Between Here and Now, Macmillan) ‘Gift’ (Experimenting with an Amen, Macmillan)

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Bluesky Social · 4dCian McCarthy (@arealmofwonder.bsky.social)Two short pieces by R.S. Thomas that go very well together. Please share 🙏 #MentalHealth #Poetry 🙂

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘Album’ - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan)

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Album.
My father is dead.
I who am look at him who is not, as once he went looking for me in the woman who was.
There are pictures of the two of them, no need of a third, hand in hand, hearts willing to be one but not three.
What does it mean life? I am here I am there. Look! Suddenly the young tool in their hands for hurting one another.
And the camera says:
Smile; there is no wound time gives that is not bandaged by time. And so they do the three of them at me who weep.

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘The Empty Church’ - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan)

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The Empty Church.
They laid this stone trap for him, enticing him with candles,
as though he would come like some huge moth out of the darkness to beat there.
Ah, he had burned himself before in the human flame and escaped, leaving the reason torn. He will not come any more
to our lure. Why, then, do I kneel still striking my prayers on a stone heart? Is it in hope one of them will ignite yet and throw on its illumined walls the shadow of someone greater than I can understand?

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘Gone?’ - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan) #Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd #Poet #Poetry #Poem

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Gone?
Will they say on some future occasion, looking over the flogged acres of ploughland: This was Prytherch country?
Nothing to show for it now: hedges uprooted, walls gone, a mobile people hurrying to and fro on their fast tractors; a forest of aerials as though an invading fleet invisibly had come to anchor among these financed hills. They copy the image of themselves projected on their smooth screens to the accompaniment of inane music. They give grins and smiles back in return for the money that is spent on them. But where is the face with the crazed eyes that through the unseen drizzle of its tears looked out on this land and found no beauty in it, but accepted it, as a man will who has needs in him that only bare ground, black thorns and the sky's
emptiness can fulfil?

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘Flowers’ - #RSThomas (Between Here and Now, Macmillan)

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

@gaiajane.bsky.social Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/ - and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘Waiting’ 1978 - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan) #Aros #Waiting #Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd #Poet #Poetry #Poem

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Waiting.
Face to face? Ah, no
God; such language falsifies the relation. Nor side by side, nor near you, nor anywhere in time and space.
Say you were,
when I came, your name vouching for you, ubiquitous in its explanations. The earth bore and they reaped:
God, they said, looking in your direction. The wind changed; over the drowned body it was you they spat at.
Young
I pronounced you. Older I still do, but seldomer now, leaning far out over an immense depth, letting your name go and waiting, somewhere between faith and doubt, for the echoes of its arrival.

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

@poisonousratbag.bsky.social Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/ - share his poems, quotes, etc. - and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘A Blackbird Singing’ - #RSThomas (Poetry for Supper, Rupert Hart-Davis)

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

@catsbearsandme.bsky.social Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/ - and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/

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‘Gift’ - #RSThomas (Experimenting with an Amen, Macmillan)

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘The Game’ - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan) #Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd #Poet #Poetry #Poem

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The Game.
It is the play of a being who is not serious in his conclusions. Take this
from that, he says, and there is everything left. Look over the edge of the universe and you see your own face staring at you back, as it does in a pool. And we are forced into the game, reluctant contestants; though the mathematicians are best at it. Never mind, they say, whether it is there or not, so long as our like can use it. And we are shattered by their deductions. There is a series that is without end, yet the rules are built on the impossibility of its existence. It is
how you play, we cry, scanning the future for an account of our performance. But the rewards are there even so, and history festers with the numbers of the recipients of them, the handsome, the fortunate, the well-fed; those who cheated this being when he was not looking.

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

@drofnub.bsky.social Hello, if you like #RSThomas you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/ - share his poems, quotes, events, info, Q+A, etc - and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘Adjustments’ - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan) #Cymhwysiadau #Adjustments #Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd #Poet #Poetry #Poem

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Adjustments.
Never known as anything
but an absence, I dare not name him as God. Yet the adjustments are made. There is an unseen power, whose sphere is the cell and the electron. We never catch him at work, but can only say,
coming suddenly upon an amendment, that here he has been. To demolish a mountain you move it stone by stone like the Japanese. To make a new coat of an old, you add to it gradually thread by thread, so such change as occurs is more difficult to detect.
Patiently with invisible structures he builds, and as patiently we must pray, surrendering the ordering of the ingredients to a wisdom that
is beyond our own. We must change the mood to the passive. Let the deaf men be helped; in the silence that has come upon them, let some influence work so that those closed porches be opened once more. Let the bomb swerve. Let the raised knife of the murderer be somehow deflected. There are no laws there other than the limits of our understanding. Remembering rock penetrated by glass-blade, corrected by water, we must ask rather for the transformation of the will to evil, for more loving mutations, for the better ventilating of the atmosphere of the closed mind.
- RS Thomas

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

@woodwardjames.bsky.social Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet

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‘Poetry for Supper’ - #RSThomas (Poetry for Supper, Rupert Hart-Davis)

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘The Chapel’ - #RSThomas (Laboratories of the Spirit, Macmillan)

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R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘The Signpost’ - #RSThomas (Frequencies, Macmillan) #Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd #Poet #Poetry #Poem

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The Signpost.
Casgob, it said, 2 miles. But I never went there; left it like an ornament on the mind's shelf, covered
with the dust of
its summers; a place on a diet of the echoes of stopped bells and children's
voices; white the architecture of its clouds, stationary its sunlight. It was best so. I need a museum
for storing the dream's brittler particles in. Time is a main road, eternity the turning that we don't take.

R S Thomas (poet) @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

‘For the Record’ - #RSThomas (Pietà, Rupert Hart-Davis)

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