Treasure Island

Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

Poems of Ronald Stuart Thomas

21. Sorry 1/13/2003
22. Taliesin 1/3/2003
23. The Ancients of the World 1/3/2003
24. The Cat and the Sea 1/3/2003
25. The Dark Well 1/3/2003
26. The Old Language 1/3/2003
27. The Village 1/13/2003
28. The Way of It 1/3/2003
29. The Woman 1/13/2003
30. Thirteen Blackbirds Looking at a Man 1/3/2003
31. Welsh History 1/3/2003
32. Welsh Landscape 1/13/2003

A Welsh Testament

All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?
I spoke a tongue that was passed on
To me in the place I happened to be,
A place huddled between grey walls
Of cloud for at least half the year.
My word for heaven was not yours.
The word for hell had a sharp edge
Put on it by the hand of the wind
Honing, honing with a shrill sound

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