Ronald Stuart Thomas - The Dark Well

Ronald Stuart Thomas - The Dark Well

They see you as they see you, br A poor farmer with no name, br Ploughing cloudward, sowing the wind br With squalls of gulls at the day's end. br To me you are Prytherch, the man br Who more than all directed my slow br Charity where there was need. br There are two hungers, hunger for bread br And hunger of the uncouth soul br For the light's grace. I have seen both, br And chosen for an indulgent world's br Ear the story of one whose hands br Have bruised themselves on the locked doors br Of life; whose heart, fuller than mine br Of gulped tears, is the dark well br From which to draw, drop after drop, br The terrible poetry of his kind.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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