Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

Ronald Stuart Thomas Poems

1. A Blackbird Singing 1/13/2003
2. A Day In Autumn 3/21/2004
3. A Marriage 2/3/2015
4. A Peasant 1/13/2003
5. A Welsh Testament 1/13/2003
6. A Welshman To Any Tourist 1/3/2003
7. Album 1/13/2003
8. An Old Man 1/13/2003
9. Chapel Deacon 1/13/2003
10. Children's Song 1/13/2003
11. Death Of A Poet 1/13/2003
12. Evans 1/13/2003
13. Forest Dwellers 2/11/2016
14. Good 1/3/2003
15. Here 1/3/2003
16. Night And Morning 1/3/2003
17. Ninetieth Birthday 1/13/2003
18. On The Farm 1/13/2003
19. Pisces 1/3/2003
20. Poetry For Supper 1/13/2003
21. Praise 1/3/2003
22. Ruins 1/3/2003
23. Sorry 1/13/2003
24. Taliesin 1/3/2003
25. The Absence 9/16/2015
26. The Ancients Of The World 1/3/2003
27. The Bright Field 2/29/2016
28. The Cat And The Sea 1/3/2003
29. The Dance 12/25/2014
30. The Dark Well 1/3/2003
31. The Old Language 1/3/2003
32. The Village 1/13/2003
33. The Way Of It 1/3/2003
34. The Woman 1/13/2003
35. Thirteen Blackbirds Looking At A Man 1/3/2003
36. Welsh History 1/3/2003
37. Welsh Landscape 1/13/2003
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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I am a man now.
Pass your hand over my brow.
You can feel the place where the brains grow.

I am like a tree,
From my top boughs I can see
The footprints that led up to me.

There is blood in my veins

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