Tuesday, October 28, 2014

"Over love's depths only the surface is wrinkled."



I Look Out Over The Timeless Sea
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by R. S. Thomas (1913-2000) I look out over the timeless sea...
over the head of one, calendar
to time's passing, who is now open
at the last month, her hair wintry.

Am I catalyst of her mettle that,
at my approach, her grimace of pain
turns to a smile? What it is saying is:
"Over love's depths only the surface is wrinkled."

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