To all light things
I compared her: to
a snowflake, a feather

R.S. Thomas

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You have to imagine
a waiting that is not impatient
because it is timeless.

R.S. Thomas

Mots clés poetry waiting

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Children's Song

We live in our own world,
A world that is too small
For you to stoop and enter
Even on hands and knees,
The adult subterfuge.
And though you probe and pry
With analytic eye,
And eavesdrop all our talk
With an amused look,
You cannot find the centre
Where we dance, where we play,
Where life is still asleep
Under the closed flower,
Under the smooth shell
Of eggs in the cupped nest
That mock the faded blue
Of your remoter heaven.

R.S. Thomas

Mots clés poetry children play

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