First Known When Lost

Today was -- I'm afraid there is no other way to put it -- A Glorious Autumn Day.  Not a cloud in the sky.  The barest wisp of a wind.  ...

Estrangement from a loved one (or from a once-loved   one) is the theme of a large number of Thomas Hardy's poems.  Hardy's most sig...

W. B. Yeats's " Ephemera ," which I posted last week, goes quite well with the following poem by Thomas Hardy.  Although the p...

A small tree stands by itself out in one of the fields that I pass through on my afternoon walk.  Each autumn I watch the tree's leaves ...

The two autumn poems by Arthur Symons in my previous post got me to thinking of autumn poems by another turn-of-the-century poet:  W. B. Yea...

Recently, mornings here have been foggy.  The fog is thin, and takes on a pinkish-orange glow as the sun rises.  The scene puts me in an 189...

R. S. Thomas's poems about windows in my previous post got me to thinking about another poem of his.  It is also a "window poem,...

In his later years, R. S. Thomas lived in a stone cottage near the sea on the Lleyn Peninsula in Wales.  I recently came across a poem of hi...

Well, yes, "life is a journey, not a destination."  The statement is often attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson, but it is not clear ...

Like Philip Larkin, R. S. Thomas is a victim of caricature.  To wit:  "The curmudgeonly, irascible God-doubting priest who refused to h...