Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

Ronald Stuart Thomas Poems

1. Album 1/13/2003
2. The Old Language 1/3/2003
3. An Old Man 1/13/2003
4. Thirteen Blackbirds Looking At A Man 1/3/2003
5. Sorry 1/13/2003
6. The Woman 1/13/2003
7. Taliesin 1/3/2003
8. The Dark Well 1/3/2003
9. Evans 1/13/2003
10. Poetry For Supper 1/13/2003
11. The Village 1/13/2003
12. Ruins 1/3/2003
13. The Ancients Of The World 1/3/2003
14. Good 1/3/2003
15. A Welshman To Any Tourist 1/3/2003
16. Night And Morning 1/3/2003
17. Chapel Deacon 1/13/2003
18. On The Farm 1/13/2003
19. The Way Of It 1/3/2003
20. Praise 1/3/2003
21. Welsh History 1/3/2003
22. Death Of A Poet 1/13/2003
23. Pisces 1/3/2003
24. Here 1/3/2003
25. The Cat And The Sea 1/3/2003
26. Welsh Landscape 1/13/2003
27. A Peasant 1/13/2003
28. A Welsh Testament 1/13/2003
29. A Blackbird Singing 1/13/2003
30. A Marriage 2/3/2015
31. Ninetieth Birthday 1/13/2003
32. Children's Song 1/13/2003
33. A Day In Autumn 3/21/2004
34. The Dance 12/25/2014
Best Poem of Ronald Stuart Thomas

The Dance

She is young. Have I the right
Even to name her? Child,
It is not love I offer
Your quick limbs, your eyes;
Only the barren homage
Of an old man whom time
Crucifies. Take my hand
A moment in the dance,
Ignoring its sly pressure,
The dry rut of age,
And lead me under the boughs
Of innocence. Let me smell
My youth again in your hair.

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Ninetieth Birthday

You go up the long track
That will take a car, but is best walked
On slow foot, noting the lichen
That writes history on the page
Of the grey rock. Trees are about you
At first, but yield to the green bracken,
The nightjars house: you can hear it spin
On warm evenings; it is still now
In the noonday heat, only the lesser

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