A child’s memories
are of the womb, the sleep
by unearthly waters;
his dreams are of a happiness
unfounded. This one fell,
was torn out of a vast side
by envy in transit.
His whickering disordered
the stars, then silence took over,
twelve dawdling years
on the way to the temple.
Take one from one
there remain three.
No, no, no.
Through child’s answer
a cross was drawn
by Judaic fingers.
The way forward
was the way back
to a carpenter’s patience.
A preacher’s temptation
is the voice persuading
he is his own message.
So the emphasis on the other
proved to them he blasphemed.
This stripling, this Nazarene
nobody the mirror
of God! They hurled their scorn’s
stones and the cracks accentuated
the sky’s age. There was scant time.
He withdrew into the wilderness
of the spirit. The true fast
was abstention from language.
He returned hungry
yet offered his body
as bread to believers.
The crumbs flew
lavishing their feathers
on twelve baskets.
They lost him then
in the garden of himself
gloomy with prayer
until Judas found him,
enviously guided by the sour
shining of his starved kiss.
What are a god’s dreams?
Can he dream without sleep?
What was the Incarnation
but the waking dream of one
calling himself Son of Man?
For the dreams come, always they come:
the babe’s dream by amniotic
waters; dream of the ovum
of the enchanted circle
when it was yet unpierced.
What are a child’s dreams?
Bubbles blown for adults
to seek their reflections in?
What are the leaves in autumn
but the mind flaking beneath
truth’s chisel? I have heard the professor,
laying his books down, huskily
describing the first rise
on a river in Scotland.
I have listened to the poet
with uncombed hair, delicate
of finger, adding nought
after nought to his imagined
balance. I have said to the future:
‘Show me the dreamless man,
the prose man, the man imprisoned
by his horizons.’ And the machine
stalled at an abyss, empty
as the tomb in Palestine,
the eternal afterdraught of the bone’s dream.
By R. S. Thomas
from No Truce With The Furies (1995)
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