Thursday, December 10, 2009

poem : Homage To R.S. Thomas

Homage To R.S. Thomas

Become one of us the gulls were saying
That night he
Rushed out stumbling on the jetty rocks in Wales
Believing the secrets of flight would soon be his
If he could risk it all and spread his arms
And fly out over the edge into the sea
But he became afraid. He became rational.
Fell down upon his knees and called for Christ to save him.
And the birds took flight
Crying their caw
Caw Caw
And he walked slowly back
Leaned over the railing
By the old ruined castle
Filled with yearning
Filled with Hiraeth