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A Welsh Testament

by R.S. Thomas

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
Day and night. Nothing that Glyn Dwr
Knew was armour against the rain's
Missiles. What was descent from him?

Even God had a Welsh name:
He spoke to him in the old language;
He was to have a peculiar care
For the Welsh people. History showed us
He was too big to be nailed to the wall
Of a stone chapel, yet still we crammed him
Between the boards of a black book.

Yet men sought us despite this.
My high cheek-bones, my length of skull
Drew them as to a rare portrait
By a dead master. I saw them stare
From their long cars, as I passed knee-deep
In ewes and wethers. I saw them stand
By the thorn hedges, watching me string
The far flocks on a shrill whistle.
And always there was their eyes; strong
Pressure on me: You are Welsh, they said;
Speak to us so; keep your fields free
Of the smell of petrol, the loud roar
Of hot tractors; we must have peace
And quietness.

Is a museum
Peace? I asked. Am I the keeper
Of the heart's relics, blowing the dust
In my own eyes? I am a man;
I never wanted the drab role
Life assigned me, an actor playing
To the past's audience upon a stage
Of earth and stone; the absurd label
Of birth, of race hanging askew
About my shoulders. I was in prison
Until you came; your voice was a key
Turning in the enormous lock
Of hopelessness. Did the door open
To let me out or yourselves in?


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  Translations for this Poem
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  Poems by R.S. Thomas
  1. Album
  2. An Old Man
  3. A Blackbird Singing
  4. A Marriage
  5. A Peasant
  6. A Welsh Testament
  7. Chapel Deacon
  8. Childrens Song
  9. Death Of A Poet
  10. Evans
  11. Ninetieth Birthday
  12. On The Farm
  13. Poetry For Supper
  14. Sorry
  15. The Dance
  16. The Village
  17. The Woman
  18. Welsh Landscape
 
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  Rainer Maria Rilke 
  Ralph Emerson 
  Randall Jarrell 
  Raymond Carver 
  Richard Brautigan 
  Richard Crashaw 
  Richard Hugo 
  Richard Lovelace 
  Richard Wilbur 
  Robert Browning 
  Robert Burns 
  Robert Creeley 
  Robert Francis 
  Robert Frost 
  Robert Graves 
  Robert Herrick 
  Robert Lowell 
  Robert Pinsky 
  Robert Service 
  Rudyard Kipling 
  Rupert Brooke 
  Russell Edson 
 

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