Is there a place
here for the spirit? Is there time
on this brief platform for anything
other than the mind’s failure to explain itself?
(R S Thomas Collected Poems 1945-1990, page 362)
A couple of weeks back Poetry Review (PR), the magazine of the Poetry Society, dropped through my letterbox. I skimmed through it quickly to see if anything immediately caught my eye. It had an article about a poet I have too long neglected after buying his Collected Poems in 1995. The poet I’m talking about is Thomas – not Dylan, but Ronald Stuart.
The article is by Gwyneth Lewis. It hooked me straightway. She begins by saying how much she had initially been repelled by his work, and not just once. The first time she couldn’t accept his portrayal of the Welsh: then she discovered that how he had described them wasn’t really how he…
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