Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

The Woman - Poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas

So beautiful- God himself quailed
at her approach: the long body curved
like the horizon. Why had he made
her so? How would it be, she said,
leaning towards him, if instead of
quarreling over it, we divided it
between us? You can have all the credit
for its invention, if you will leave the ordering
of it to me. He looked into her
eyes and saw far down the bones
of the generations that would navigate
by those great stars, but the pull of it
was too much. Yes, he thought, give me their minds'
tribute, and what they do with their bodies
is not my concern. He put his hand in his side
and drew out the thorn for the letting
of the ordained blood and touched her with
it. Go, he said. They shall come to you for ever
with their desire, and you shall bleed for them in return.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 12, 2015


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