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R S Thomas (poet)

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famous Welsh poet in English language 1913-2000 “…catching this / one truth by surprise / that there is everything to look forward to…” #RSThomas #poetry #barddoniaeth 📍 yng Nghymru, wrth gwrs facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/

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Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/
- share his poems, quotes, events, info, Q+A, etc.
- and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/
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11.03.2026 08:14 👍 1 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0

‘A Day in Autumn’ - #RSThomas
(Poetry for Supper, Rupert Hart-Davis)

11.03.2026 08:14 👍 4 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Text of poem -

Brethren.
Here I have no neighbours, unless those furthest off are closest to me, coloured brethren, unreasonably insisting on their palms' paleness, the identity of our shadows. I let my prayers deputise for my assistance: Tennyson's fountain irrigating
nothing but the waterless territory of my conscience.
My immunity in a racked world is a perquisite not for enjoyment. Over my shoulder from immaculate pools, as I stare down, stare all those faces behind bars. The tide changes with the punctuality of the guard changing, waves bayonet-bright, long-toothed as the salivating dogs are.
Ilook at my thermometer at night that promises
the frost's tinsel, that for others registers the degree below zero to which hope can fall.

Text of poem - Brethren. Here I have no neighbours, unless those furthest off are closest to me, coloured brethren, unreasonably insisting on their palms' paleness, the identity of our shadows. I let my prayers deputise for my assistance: Tennyson's fountain irrigating nothing but the waterless territory of my conscience. My immunity in a racked world is a perquisite not for enjoyment. Over my shoulder from immaculate pools, as I stare down, stare all those faces behind bars. The tide changes with the punctuality of the guard changing, waves bayonet-bright, long-toothed as the salivating dogs are. Ilook at my thermometer at night that promises the frost's tinsel, that for others registers the degree below zero to which hope can fall.

‘Brethren’ - #RSThomas
(The Poetry Book Society Anthology 1988-1989, Hutchinson)
#Brodyr
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem

11.03.2026 08:07 👍 3 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0

‘Pact’ - #RSThomas
(Uncollected Poems, @BloodaxeBooks)
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08.03.2026 16:56 👍 5 🔁 4 💬 0 📌 0

‘The Moor’ - #RSThomas
(Pietà, Rupert Hart-Davis)

08.03.2026 13:35 👍 4 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0

‘Arrival’ - #RSThomas
(Later Poems, Macmillan)

09.03.2026 09:42 👍 3 🔁 3 💬 0 📌 0
Text of poem -

Looking.
I thought I heard a voice saying to me: 'Don't look now, but I made them, too.'
What was I here for but
to look? Through knotted fingers, a prisoner at a grating,
I peered out at the men at the boardroom tables with no 'God is love' hanging
on the wallpaper behind them; at others bent over
their retorts, accomplices in the escape of the djinn out of its bottle. I saw the inventors of the white lie
exporting it to a third world where truth was in tatters.
I listened to the hands,
expert on the guitar, tuning the human instrument until the strings broke.
I saw the dove plucked of its feathers by too much fondling at the peace conference, and beat on the sky for an explanation. But the voice said:
‘I warned you not to look’.

Text of poem - Looking. I thought I heard a voice saying to me: 'Don't look now, but I made them, too.' What was I here for but to look? Through knotted fingers, a prisoner at a grating, I peered out at the men at the boardroom tables with no 'God is love' hanging on the wallpaper behind them; at others bent over their retorts, accomplices in the escape of the djinn out of its bottle. I saw the inventors of the white lie exporting it to a third world where truth was in tatters. I listened to the hands, expert on the guitar, tuning the human instrument until the strings broke. I saw the dove plucked of its feathers by too much fondling at the peace conference, and beat on the sky for an explanation. But the voice said: ‘I warned you not to look’.

‘Looking’ - #RSThomas
(The Poetry Book Society Anthology 1988-1989, Hutchinson)
#Edrych
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem

08.03.2026 09:07 👍 8 🔁 3 💬 0 📌 0
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Save the dates!!
RS Thomas & ME Eldridge Poetry & Arts Festival
June 18-21 in Aberdaron
Theme is "Abercuawg"
Rowan Williams, Jason Walford-Davies, Clare e. Potter, & more
Tickets on sale later in March
rsthomaspoetry.co.uk

08.03.2026 10:04 👍 8 🔁 5 💬 0 📌 1

‘Pact’ - #RSThomas
(Uncollected Poems, @BloodaxeBooks)
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08.03.2026 16:56 👍 5 🔁 4 💬 0 📌 0
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Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/
- share his poems, quotes, events, info, Q+A, etc.
- and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/
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08.03.2026 13:36 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0

‘The Moor’ - #RSThomas
(Pietà, Rupert Hart-Davis)

08.03.2026 13:35 👍 4 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0
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Save the dates!!
RS Thomas & ME Eldridge Poetry & Arts Festival
June 18-21 in Aberdaron
Theme is "Abercuawg"
Rowan Williams, Jason Walford-Davies, Clare e. Potter, & more
Tickets on sale later in March
rsthomaspoetry.co.uk

08.03.2026 10:04 👍 8 🔁 5 💬 0 📌 1
Text of poem -

Looking.
I thought I heard a voice saying to me: 'Don't look now, but I made them, too.'
What was I here for but
to look? Through knotted fingers, a prisoner at a grating,
I peered out at the men at the boardroom tables with no 'God is love' hanging
on the wallpaper behind them; at others bent over
their retorts, accomplices in the escape of the djinn out of its bottle. I saw the inventors of the white lie
exporting it to a third world where truth was in tatters.
I listened to the hands,
expert on the guitar, tuning the human instrument until the strings broke.
I saw the dove plucked of its feathers by too much fondling at the peace conference, and beat on the sky for an explanation. But the voice said:
‘I warned you not to look’.

Text of poem - Looking. I thought I heard a voice saying to me: 'Don't look now, but I made them, too.' What was I here for but to look? Through knotted fingers, a prisoner at a grating, I peered out at the men at the boardroom tables with no 'God is love' hanging on the wallpaper behind them; at others bent over their retorts, accomplices in the escape of the djinn out of its bottle. I saw the inventors of the white lie exporting it to a third world where truth was in tatters. I listened to the hands, expert on the guitar, tuning the human instrument until the strings broke. I saw the dove plucked of its feathers by too much fondling at the peace conference, and beat on the sky for an explanation. But the voice said: ‘I warned you not to look’.

‘Looking’ - #RSThomas
(The Poetry Book Society Anthology 1988-1989, Hutchinson)
#Edrych
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem

08.03.2026 09:07 👍 8 🔁 3 💬 0 📌 0
Text of poem -

Welsh Resort.
R. S. Thomas.

And always the south darkening for rain And the wind rising ... There are children here Who can sing. God knows their reason Not I, who see them making
For manhood or womanhood with their heads] Empty, their hearts hardened against the Thrift, that in the old was counted For wisdom. They serve the machine
Gladly, that takes their praise Like a god, smiling inscrutably To itself, doing the work
They were meant for. In summer will come The manipulators of the machine With the dividends these cannot inherit.

Text of poem - Welsh Resort. R. S. Thomas. And always the south darkening for rain And the wind rising ... There are children here Who can sing. God knows their reason Not I, who see them making For manhood or womanhood with their heads] Empty, their hearts hardened against the Thrift, that in the old was counted For wisdom. They serve the machine Gladly, that takes their praise Like a god, smiling inscrutably To itself, doing the work They were meant for. In summer will come The manipulators of the machine With the dividends these cannot inherit.

‘Welsh Resort’ - #RSThomas
(Planet 1, 1970)
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem

05.03.2026 08:42 👍 6 🔁 3 💬 0 📌 0
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Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/
- share his poems, quotes, events, info, Q+A, etc.
- and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/
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05.03.2026 22:23 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0

‘No Through Road’ - #RSThomas
(Song at the Year's Turning, Rupert Hart-Davis)

05.03.2026 22:23 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Text of poem -

Welsh Resort.
R. S. Thomas.

And always the south darkening for rain And the wind rising ... There are children here Who can sing. God knows their reason Not I, who see them making
For manhood or womanhood with their heads] Empty, their hearts hardened against the Thrift, that in the old was counted For wisdom. They serve the machine
Gladly, that takes their praise Like a god, smiling inscrutably To itself, doing the work
They were meant for. In summer will come The manipulators of the machine With the dividends these cannot inherit.

Text of poem - Welsh Resort. R. S. Thomas. And always the south darkening for rain And the wind rising ... There are children here Who can sing. God knows their reason Not I, who see them making For manhood or womanhood with their heads] Empty, their hearts hardened against the Thrift, that in the old was counted For wisdom. They serve the machine Gladly, that takes their praise Like a god, smiling inscrutably To itself, doing the work They were meant for. In summer will come The manipulators of the machine With the dividends these cannot inherit.

‘Welsh Resort’ - #RSThomas
(Planet 1, 1970)
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem

05.03.2026 08:42 👍 6 🔁 3 💬 0 📌 0

That’s a real treasure!

03.03.2026 22:44 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0

For those who can’t find a copy of this CD set, it’s still accessible on Spotify and YouTube.

03.03.2026 22:44 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0

‘Pact’ - #RSThomas
(Uncollected Poems, @BloodaxeBooks)
🕊️

01.03.2026 18:26 👍 15 🔁 8 💬 0 📌 0

Haha, chwarae teg!🤣😂

02.03.2026 17:23 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
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RS Thomas & ME Eldridge Poetry & Arts Festival RS Thomas & ME Eldridge Gwyl Gelf a Barddoniaeth

Cytuno'n llwyr, er ei bod hi hefyd yn werth ymweld â hi ym mis Mehefin (llai tawel) ar gyfer Gŵyl flynyddol RS Thomas a ME Eldridge rsthomaspoetry.co.uk

02.03.2026 13:40 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0

It was published in 1975, about 3 years before he retired from Eglwys Hywyn Sant. You’re right about the sound of the sea there. Also it was a resting place for pilgrims on their way to Ynys Enlli.

02.03.2026 08:23 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0

‘Drowning’ - #RSThomas
(Welsh Airs, Poetry Wales Press)

01.03.2026 18:25 👍 9 🔁 4 💬 1 📌 0

‘The Welsh Hill Country’ - #RSThomas
(An Acre of Land, Montgomeryshire Printing Co)

01.03.2026 22:27 👍 7 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0

‘The Moon in Lleyn’ - #RSThomas
(Laboratories of the Spirit, Macmillan)

01.03.2026 18:30 👍 7 🔁 1 💬 1 📌 0

‘Pact’ - #RSThomas
(Uncollected Poems, @BloodaxeBooks)
🕊️

01.03.2026 18:26 👍 15 🔁 8 💬 0 📌 0
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Hello, if you like #RSThomas then you might be interested in following this Bluesky account @RSThomaspoet, also facebook.com/groups/RSThomas/
- share his poems, quotes, events, info, Q+A, etc.
- and there’s a Society you can join… rsthomaspoetry.co.uk/rs-thomas-me-eldridge-society/
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01.03.2026 18:25 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0

‘Drowning’ - #RSThomas
(Welsh Airs, Poetry Wales Press)

01.03.2026 18:25 👍 9 🔁 4 💬 1 📌 0
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Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus i bawb!
Happy St David's Day to everyone!
"Gwnewch y pethau bychain - Do the little things"
'Llanddewi Brefi' by #RSThomas (Uncollected Poems, Bloodaxe Books)

01.03.2026 08:23 👍 17 🔁 9 💬 1 📌 0