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Welsh Landscape

by R.S. Thomas

To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song. To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song.


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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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  Randall Jarrell 
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  Richard Hugo 
  Richard Lovelace 
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  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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