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

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‘In a Country Church’ - #RSThomas
(Song at the Year's Turning, Rupert Hart-Davis)

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

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‘The Coming’ - #RSThomas
(H'm, Macmillan)

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Text of poem -

What Lent is the machine subjected to? It neither fasts nor prays. And the one cross of its Good Fridays is the change
over of its gears. Its Easter is every day when, from the darkness of man's mind, it comes forth
in a new form, but untouchable as ever.

Text of poem - What Lent is the machine subjected to? It neither fasts nor prays. And the one cross of its Good Fridays is the change over of its gears. Its Easter is every day when, from the darkness of man's mind, it comes forth in a new form, but untouchable as ever.

‘What Lent…’ - #RSThomas
(from Bleak Liturgies, Mass for Hard Times @BloodaxeBooks)

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‘Swallows’ - #RSThomas
(No Truce with the Furies, @BloodaxeBooks)

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Text of poem -

Tide-line.
The waves come to the shore - where have the fish gone?
A child bathed in the scaled waves - where has the child gone?
Without fish the waves are transparent. Without children to bathe in them, their laugh is a snarl. This is how it was
when the earth waited
for man to come forth, grieving for his lost rib. The rib lies on the shore, fleshless, radiating
its obscene halo; and God, lost in thought as he must be, is elsewhere, but is implicated in its phosphorescence.

Text of poem - Tide-line. The waves come to the shore - where have the fish gone? A child bathed in the scaled waves - where has the child gone? Without fish the waves are transparent. Without children to bathe in them, their laugh is a snarl. This is how it was when the earth waited for man to come forth, grieving for his lost rib. The rib lies on the shore, fleshless, radiating its obscene halo; and God, lost in thought as he must be, is elsewhere, but is implicated in its phosphorescence.

‘Tide-line’ - #RSThomas
(This poem appeared in the publication "Tide lines" 1988)

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‘The Untamed’ - #RSThomas
(The Bread of Truth, Rupert Hart-Davis)

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‘The New Mariner’ - #RSThomas
(Between Here and Now, Macmillan)

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

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#RSThomas - ‘Words and the Poet’ lecture 1963…

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Here’s a lovely thread celebrating today’s anniversary of the birth of #RSThomas

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

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‘One Day’ - #RSThomas
(Mass for Hard Times, @BloodaxeBooks)

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‘Tidal’ - #RSThomas
(Mass for Hard Times, @BloodaxeBooks)

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Text of poem -

The Bright Field.
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had the treasure in it. I realize now that I must give all that I have to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after an imagined past. It is the turning aside like Moses to the miracle of the lit bush, to a brightness that seemed as transitory as your youth once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

Text of poem - The Bright Field. I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had the treasure in it. I realize now that I must give all that I have to possess it. Life is not hurrying on to a receding future, nor hankering after an imagined past. It is the turning aside like Moses to the miracle of the lit bush, to a brightness that seemed as transitory as your youth once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

Diolch, thank you, unfortunately there’s a mistake in the version you’ve used: it should read: “that had *the* treasure in it” - this changes the meaning and rhythm of the phrase.
Here’s the correct version…
‘The Bright Field’ - #RSThomas
(Laboratories of the Spirit, Macmillan)

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Mawrth - mis fy ngeni! Mae'n fis cyffrous yn diamau, sy'n gweld y
ddaear yn deffro o'i thrwmgwsg.
Mis cythryblus ydi o hefyd, sy'n dod
â throad y rhod atom, gyda'i wyntoedd cryfion ynghyd 'r
ymfudwyr cyntaf ymhlith yr adar. A
ydw i'n falch o'm geni? Dyna gwestiwn! Dywedodd
Yeats y byddai'n barod i ail-fyw'r
cyfan. A fyddwn innau? Ymddengys
ateb i'r gwrthwyneb yn ffiaidd
mae gen i gymaint i ddiolch amdano.

Mawrth - mis fy ngeni! Mae'n fis cyffrous yn diamau, sy'n gweld y ddaear yn deffro o'i thrwmgwsg. Mis cythryblus ydi o hefyd, sy'n dod â throad y rhod atom, gyda'i wyntoedd cryfion ynghyd 'r ymfudwyr cyntaf ymhlith yr adar. A ydw i'n falch o'm geni? Dyna gwestiwn! Dywedodd Yeats y byddai'n barod i ail-fyw'r cyfan. A fyddwn innau? Ymddengys ateb i'r gwrthwyneb yn ffiaidd mae gen i gymaint i ddiolch amdano.

March - the month of my birth! It is without doubt an exciting month, one that sees the earth waking from its deep sleep. It is also a turbulent month, one that brings the turn of the wheel towards us, with its strong winds and the first migrants amongst the birds. Am I glad to have been born? There's a question! Yeats said that he would be willing to live it all again. Would I? An answer to the contrary seems abhorrent ... I have so much to be grateful for.

March - the month of my birth! It is without doubt an exciting month, one that sees the earth waking from its deep sleep. It is also a turbulent month, one that brings the turn of the wheel towards us, with its strong winds and the first migrants amongst the birds. Am I glad to have been born? There's a question! Yeats said that he would be willing to live it all again. Would I? An answer to the contrary seems abhorrent ... I have so much to be grateful for.

Ganwyd y bardd #RSThomas #ArYDyddHwn yn 1913 yng Nghaerdydd, 113 mlynedd yn ôl.

RS Thomas was born #OnThisDay in 1913 in Cardiff, 113 years ago.

Blwyddyn yn Llŷn / A Year in Llŷn…

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‘The Minister’ - #RSThomas
(Montgomeryshire Printing Co)

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‘Maes-yr-Onnen’ - #RSThomas
(An Acre of Land, Montgomeryshire Printing Co)

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Text of poem -

Chord.
Where the lamb died a bird sings.
Where a soul perishes what music? The cross
is an old fashioned weapon, but its bow is drawn unerringly against the heart.

Text of poem - Chord. Where the lamb died a bird sings. Where a soul perishes what music? The cross is an old fashioned weapon, but its bow is drawn unerringly against the heart.

‘Chord’ - #RSThomas
(A Gathering of Friends for Moelwyn, Gomer 1992)
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem

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Text of poem -

Summer Evening.
Who can tell me the colour of the cut hay
In the small meadows at the ending of the day,
When the sun strokes it with long, golden hand, And breathless, quiet as angels, the trees stand Rooted in shadow, while the last rooks fly Lazily homeward under the painted sky?
I know all the magic of the rainbow's hues And the bright spectrum in the morning dews, But here in the stillness of the summer weather The very Phoenix seems to shed its feathers.
R. S. THOMAS

Text of poem - Summer Evening. Who can tell me the colour of the cut hay In the small meadows at the ending of the day, When the sun strokes it with long, golden hand, And breathless, quiet as angels, the trees stand Rooted in shadow, while the last rooks fly Lazily homeward under the painted sky? I know all the magic of the rainbow's hues And the bright spectrum in the morning dews, But here in the stillness of the summer weather The very Phoenix seems to shed its feathers. R. S. THOMAS

‘Summer Evening’ - #RSThomas
(The Stones of the Field, Druid Press)
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem

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