“The Absence” by R. S. Thomas

by Kim on March 22, 2008

It is this great absence
that is like a presence, that compels
me to address it without hope
of a reply. It is a room I enter

from which someone has just
gone, the vestibule for the arrival
of one who has not yet come.
I modernise the anachronism

of my language, but he is no more here
than before. Genes and molecules
have no more power to call
him up than the incense of the Hebrews

at their altars. My equations fail
as my words do. What resources have I
other than the emptiness without him of my whole
being, a vacuum he may not abhor?

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Martin Wroe 05.15.10 at 11:51 am

thanks, I was looking for a line from this poem, and you had it!


Richard 05.16.10 at 6:52 am

Your servant, sir!


Joe Morriss 01.29.15 at 2:24 pm

Thanks for this Poem (absence). Rev William Noblett refers to it in his book “Prayers for Prisoners” 1998. Im glad I could find it and a new poet to read.

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