Thirteen Blackbirds Looking at a Man

R. S. Thomas

 Next Poem          

I

It is calm.
It is as though
we lived in a garden
that had not yet arrived
at the knowledge of
good and evil.
But there is a man in it.

II

There will be
rain falling vertically
from an indifferent
sky. There will stare out
from behind its
bars the face of the man
who is not enjoying it.

III

Nothing higher
than a blackberry
bush. As the sun comes up
fresh, what is the darkness
stretching from horizon
to horizon? It is the shadow
here of the forked man.

IV

We have eaten
the blackberries and spat out
the seeds, but they lie
glittering like the eyes of a man.

V

After we have stopped
singing, the garden is disturbed
by echoes. It is
the man whistling, expecting
everything to come to him.

VI

We wipe our beaks
on the branches
wasting the dawn's
jewellery to get rid
of the taste of a man.

VII

Nevertheless,
which is not the case
with a man, our
bills give us no trouble.

VIII

Who said the
number was unlucky?
It was a man, who,
trying to pass us,
had his licence endorsed
thirteen times.

IX

In the cool
of the day the garden
seems given over
to blackbirds. Yet
we know also that somewhere
there is a man in hiding.

X

To us there are
eggs and there are
blackbirds. But there is the man,
too, trying without feathers
to incubate a solution.

XI

We spread our
wings, reticulating
our air space. A man stands
under us and worries
at his ability to do the same.

XII

When night comes
like a visitor
from outer space
we stop our ears
lest we should hear tell
of the man in the moon.

XIII

Summer is
at an end. The migrants
depart. When they return
in spring to the garden,
will there be a man among them?

Next Poem 

 Back to R. S. Thomas
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.

Comments1
  • bobbycsellersjr

    WOW, THIS POEM IS REALLY INTERESTING! KINDA MAKES ME THINK ABOUT THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN NATURE AND HUMANS, YA KNOW? AND I LIKE HOW THE BLACKBIRDS ARE LIKE OBSERVING THE MAN, ITS PRETTY COOL. I WONDER THOUGH, WHY DID THE POET CHOOSE 13 BLACKBIRDS INSTEAD OF ANOTHER NUMBER? ANYWAYS, REALLY ENJOYED THIS AND WOULD LOVE TO READ MORE BY THIS POET!