R. S. Thomas reads his poem I Look Out Over The Timeless Sea
I Look Out Over The Timeless Sea
by R. S. Thomas (1913-2000)
I look out over the timeless sea
over the head of one, calendar
to time's passing, who is now open
at the last month, her hair wintry.
Am I catalyst of her mettle that,
at my approach, her grimace of pain
turns to a smile? What it is saying is:
"Over love's depths only the surface is wrinkled."