And for the soul
in its bone tent, refrigerating
under the nuclear winter,
no epitaph prepared
in our benumbed language
other than the equation
hanging half-mast like the after-
birth of thought: E = mc2.
by R. S. Thomas
from Experimenting with an Amen (1986)
Tag: equation
The Cat and the Sea by R. S. Thomas
It is a matter of a black cat
On a bare cliff top in March
Whose eyes anticipate
The gorse petals;
The formal equation of
A domestic purr
With the cold interiors
Of the sea’s mirror.
by R. S. Thomas
from Poetry for Supper (1958)
Rambling At The Bridge Head 