... in the English language. R S Thomas about his wife.
We met
under a shower
of bird-notes.
Fifty years passed,
Love's moment
in a world in
servitude to time.
She was young;
I kissed with my eyes
closed and opened
them on her wrinkles.
'Come' said death,
choosing her as his
partner for
the last dance. And she,
who in life
had done everything
with a bird's grace,
opened her bill now
for the shedding
of one sigh no
heavier than a feather.
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Yeah, I think this is one of my favourite poems... though somewhat depressing...
Fifty years passed,
Love's moment
in a world in
servitude to time.
Very nice! Thank you for the introduction.
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