Imitations of R.S. Thomas

Posted: October 24, 1991 in Poetry
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Imitation of The Hand

holding endless golden grains of sand
at arm’s length – my hand
sifts thoughtful each piece’s worth
feeling the elemental drums of the earth.

Imitation of The Island

alone on an island,
I build my own church
to God
and it was nothing
because I’d rather have died.

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