Poems by Ronald Stuart Thomas
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The Prisoner
... If his world contracted, it was to give birth ...
Forest Dwellers
... They have no God, but follow the contradictions ...
Kneeling
... s light Ringing me, as though I acted ...
The Fair
... Of laughter. But where he should be laughing ...
Acting
... Of her body. Their eyes grazed nightly upon it ...
Threshold
... What to do but, like Michelangelo&rsquo ...
The Untamed
... Clogged with their thick scent ...
Evans
... Accompaniment to the black kettle&rsquo ...
Thirteen Blackbirds Look at a Man
... blackbirds. But there is the man, ...
Together
... I recall now the swiftness of its arrival ...
Poste Restante
... where he would scratch his name and the date ...
Perspectives
... Such sounds as there were came from the strong ...
Walter Llywarch
... s window. School in the week, on Sunday chapel: ...
Children's Song
... Where we dance, where we play, ...
The Village
... Stay, then, village, for round you spins ...
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