Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

A Blackbird Singing - Poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It seems wrong that out of this bird,
Black, bold, a suggestion of dark
Places about it, there yet should come
Such rich music, as though the notes'
Ore were changed to a rare metal
At one touch of that bright bill.

You have heard it often, alone at your desk
In a green April, your mind drawn
Away from its work by sweet disturbance
Of the mild evening outside your room.

A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history's overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears.


Submitted by Andrew Mayers


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  • Gold Star - 14,297 Points * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 8:00:00 AM)

    ...........a beautiful tribute to a blackbird singing.....very nice... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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