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R S Thomas (poet)

‘The Cry of Elisha after Elijah’ -
(The Stones of the Field, Druid Press)


Text of poem - The Cry of Elisha after Elijah. The chariot of Israel came, And the bold, beautiful knights, To free from his close prison The friend who was my delight; Cold is my cry over the vast deep shaken, Bereft I, was I, for he was taken. Through the straight places of Baca We went with an equal will, Not knowing who would emerge First from that gloomy vale; Cold is my cry; our bond was broken, Bereft was I, for he was taken. Where, then, came they to rest, Those steeds and that car of fire? My understanding is darkened, It is no gain to enquire; Better to await the long night's ending, Till the light comes, far truths transcending. I yield, since no wisdom lies In seeking to go his way; A man without knowledge am Of the quality of his joy; Yet living souls, a prodigious number, Bright-faced as dawn, invest God's chamber. The friends that we loved well, Though they vanished far from our sight, In a new country were found Beyond this vale of night; O blest are they, without pain or fretting In the sun's light that knows no setting. RS Thomas (From the Welsh of Thomas Williams, Bethesda'r Fro)
Sep 20, 2023, 07:23 AM·Public·Metatext
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