‘Don’t ask me…’

R. S. Thomas

Don_t ask meDon’t ask me;

I have no recipe

for a poem. You

know the language,
.
know where prose ends

and poetry begins.

There should be no

introit into a poem.
.
The listener should come

to and realise

verse has been going on

for some time. Let
.
there be no coughing,

no sighing. Poetry

is a spell woven

by consonants and vowels
.
in the absence of logic.

Ask no rhyme

of a poem, only

that it keep faith
.

with life’s rhythm.

Language will trick

you if it can.

Syntax is words’
.
way of shackling

the spirit. Poetry is that

which arrives at the intellect

by way of the heart.

 

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