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: nuclear
The Hearth by R. S. Thomas
In front of the fire
With you, the folk song
Of the wind in the chimney and the sparks’
Embroidery of the soot – eternity
Is here in this small room
In intervals that our love
Widens; and outside
Us is time and the victims
Of time, travellers
To a new Bethlehem, statesmen
And scientists with their hands full
Of the gifts that destroy.
by R. S. Thomas
from H’m (1972)
Rambling At The Bridge Head 