In a Country Church by R. S. Thomas | Poems Rethabile Likes
In a Country Church by R. S. Thomas | Poems Rethabile Likes In a Country Church by R. S. Thomas To one kneeling down no word came, Only the wind’s song, saddening the lips Of the grave saints, rigid in glass; Or the dry whisper of unseen wings, Bats not angels, in the high roof. Was he balked by silence? He kneeled long And saw love in a dark crown Of thorns blazing, and a winter tree Golden with fruit of a man’s body. —R. S. Thomas Poet: @RSThomas Online: @DavidSuttonPoetry Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...