I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.
R. S. ThomasI have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.
R. S. ThomasYou cannot find the centre Where we dance , where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower , Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven .
R. S. Thomas