Thursday, March 7, 2019

Poem For A Thursday

Something Welsh for #Dewithon19...

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

Ronald Stuart Thomas (1913-2000) was a priest in the Church of Wales. "Children's Song" is from a volume of 1955, Song At The Year's Turning.

Jennifer (my model in all things Thursday-poemy) at Holds Upon Happiness has picked a lovely seasonal Emily Dickinson poem that was new to me.


  1. Thank you so much for posting this lovely poem by R.S. Thomas for Dewithon! 😃

    1. Glad to! Turns out Dewithon is a great reason to pull (the other) Thomas off the shelf!

  2. This is lovely. I 'd never read it. I've added a link to this on my post. I'm so glad you are joining in.

    1. Thanks for the great idea in the first place! And for the link.