I had a rather lengthy phone conversation with my editor, Graham today. We were going through the edited version of "Bree McCready and the Half-Heart Locket" finalising things so that we can move on to the next stage in publication. During our conversation we got side tracked for a moment and we started talking about the Welsh poet, R.S Thomas who we are both big fans of. Graham recited this beautiful poem to me and I loved it so much I thought it would be nice to share it with you.
"It seems wrong that out of this bird - black, bold, a suggestion of dark places about it,
there yet should come such rich music, as though the notes ’ore were changed to a rare metal
at one touch of that bright bill.
You have heard it often, alone at your desk in a green April, your mind drawn
You have heard it often, alone at your desk in a green April, your mind drawn
away from its work by sweet disturbance of the mild evening outside your room.
A slow singer, but loading each phrase with history’s overtones, love, joy and grief
A slow singer, but loading each phrase with history’s overtones, love, joy and grief
learned by his dark tribe in other orchards and passed on instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears"
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