R. S. Thomas – Pietà

Always the same hills

Crowd the horizon,

Remote witnesses

Of the still scene.

And in the foreground

The tall Cross,

Sombre, untenanted,

Aches for the Body

That is back in the cradle

Of a maid’s arms.

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