August 1

Not really. It is Postcard Poetry Month. But you can’t share those poems until the month has passed. So for the first few days of August, before vacation time comes around, I am going to share some poems I have happened across. Alright? And it can serve as a sort of warm-up before ModPo starts in September

This first one, for August 1st, is from the Welsh poet, R.S. Thomas. Never knew him before. Came across his name for the first time last week in an article about poetry. And it’s a sonnet, so that’s bonus cool for me!

Acting – R.S. Thomas

Being unwise enough to have married her
I never knew when she was not acting.
‘I love you’ she would say; I heard the audiences
Sigh. ‘I hate you’; I could never be sure
They were still there. She was lovely. I
Was only the looking-glass she made up in.
I husbanded the rippling meadow
Of her body. Their eyes grazed nightly upon it.

Alone now on the brittle platform
Of herself she is playing her last rôle.
It is perfect. Never in all her career
Was she so good. And yet the curtain
Has fallen. My charmer, come out from behind
It to take the applause. Look, I am clapping too.

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