Song (‘Wandering, wandering, hoping to find’) by R. S. Thomas

Wandering, wandering, hoping to find

The ring of mushrooms with the wet rind,

Cold to the touch, but bright with dew,

A green asylum from time’s range.

And finding instead the harsh ways

Of the ruinous wind and the clawed rain;

The storm’s hysteria in the bush;

The wild creatures and their pain.

by R. S. Thomas

from The Stones in the Fields (1946)

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2 thoughts on “Song (‘Wandering, wandering, hoping to find’) by R. S. Thomas”

    1. Hi Laura,
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