The Solitary Walker

Broad track on the open moor. Encouraged by one or two others (thanks George and Ruth !) I've decided to try to put together a ...

They've made it again,/Which means the globe's still working, the Creation's/Still waking refreshed, our summer's/Still all...

For a poet to marry a poet it's a dangerous thing. But for a poetic genius to marry a poetic genius it's nothing short of disaster...

Days What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in. Where can we live but d...

Big gales in the Midlands last night and throughout this morning. The electricty has only just come back on. No computer, no work, no bloggi...

As well as Dylan Thomas and R. S. Thomas, there is another poet called Thomas I like very much, and that is Edward Thomas (1878-1917). A som...

A final poem by R. S. Thomas, one of my favourite poets. Despite the bleakness of many of his poems, I find them ultimately consoling, as is...

Feeling I gave sheep a bit of a bad blogpress in yesterday's post, I thought I'd try to redress the balance. But it's difficult....