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January, by R.S. Thomas

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , on January 16, 2020 by telescoper

The fox drags its wounded belly
Over the snow, the crimson seeds
Of blood burst with a mild explosion,
Soft as excrement, bold as roses.

Over the snow that feels no pity,
Whose white hands can give no healing,
The fox drags its wounded belly.

by R.S. Thomas (1913-2000)