My fourth poem for World Poetry Day is by the great 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. And t...
https://telescoper.blog/2020/03/21/world-poetry-day-childrens-song-by-r-s-thomas/
It’s St David’s Day today, and I’m glad to say that Storm Jorge has passed, so I wish you all a big Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus! It has become a bit of a St David’s Day tradition on this thi...
https://telescoper.blog/2020/03/01/three-poems-for-st-davids-day/
The new explorers don’t go anywhere and what they discover we can’t see. But they change our lives. They interpret absence as presence, measuring it by the movement of its neighbours. Their w...
It’s St David’s Day today, and a lovely spring morning it is, so I wish you all a big Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus! It has become a bit of a St David’s Day tradition on this this blog to post a...
https://telescoper.blog/2019/03/01/a-poem-for-st-davids-day-3/
A pen appeared, and the god said: ‘Write what it is to be man.’ And my hand hovered long over the bare page. until there, like footprints of the lost traveller, letters took shape on the page...
One day last week I found this wonderful item had been delivered to my house. Is a new book called Too Brave To Dream which contains about three dozen previously unpublished poems by R.S. Thomas,...
It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening In the lawn’s...
https://telescoper.blog/2016/10/06/a-day-in-autumn-national-poetry-day/
My luminary, my morning and evening star. My light at noon when there is no sun and the sky lowers. My balance of joy in a world that has gone off joy’s standard. Yours the face that young I re...
This is my child; that is yours. Let peace be between them when they grow up. They are far off now; let it not be through war they are brought near. Their languages are different. Let them both l...
A Life Lived long; much fear, less courage. Bottom in love’s school of his class; time’s reasons too far back to be known. Good on his knees, yielding, vertical, to petty temptations. A mouth...