‘Pieta’ by R. S. Thomas

Pieta by R. S. Thomas

Always the same hills
Crowd the horizon.
Remote witnesses
Of the still scene.

And in the foreground
The tall Cross.
Sombre, untenanted,
Aches for the Body
That is back in the cradle
Of a maid’s arms.

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