I hear your 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥, that slow singer, alone at my desk yet walking with you through your valleys and hills, that shining stream bubbling notes of your music your pure Welsh music… —Sheila Templeton, “For R.S. Thomas” from New Writing Scotland 30 (ASL, 2012) #BookWormSat #poem #poetry
