And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look, he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows: a bright
Serpent, a river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.
On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The Sky. Many people
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.
R.S. Thomas, Welsh poet
(1913-2000).
Reflection: What phrase in the poem claims your
attention? Does the poem stimulate
thoughts? Or feelings?
What do the words spoken by the
son: “Let me go there” mean to you?
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