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On The Farm

R.S. Thomas

There was Dai Puw. He was no good. 
They put him in the fields to dock swedes, 
And took the knife from him, when he came home 
At late evening with a grin 
Like the slash of a knife on his face. 

There was Llew Puw, and he was no good. 
Every evening after the ploughing 
With the big tractor he would sit in his chair, 
And stare into the tangled fire garden, 
Opening his slow lips like a snail. 

There was Huw Puw, too. What shall I say? 
I have heard him whistling in the hedges 
On and on, as though winter 
Would never again leave those fields, 
And all the trees were deformed. 

And lastly there was the girl: 
Beauty under some spell of the beast. 
Her pale face was the lantern 
By which they read in life's dark book 
The shrill sentence: God is love.


Submitted by Andrew Mayers

Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 17 Jan 2018 9:00 PM | Viewed: 9536 times

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