Suddenly Songtext
von R. S. Thomas
Suddenly Songtext
Suddenly, after long silence, he has become voluble. He addresses me
From a myriad directions with the fluency of water, the
Articulateness of green leaves, and, in the genes too, the Components of my existence. The rock, so long speechless, is the
Library of his poetry. He sings to me in the chainsaw, writes
With a surgeon′s hand on the skin's parchment messages of healing
The weather is his mind′s turbine, driving the earth's bulk round
And around on its remedial journey. I have no need to despair
As at some second Pentecost of a gentile, I listen to the things
Round me, weeds, stones, instruments, the machine itself, all
Speaking to me in the vernacular of the purposes of one who is
From a myriad directions with the fluency of water, the
Articulateness of green leaves, and, in the genes too, the Components of my existence. The rock, so long speechless, is the
Library of his poetry. He sings to me in the chainsaw, writes
With a surgeon′s hand on the skin's parchment messages of healing
The weather is his mind′s turbine, driving the earth's bulk round
And around on its remedial journey. I have no need to despair
As at some second Pentecost of a gentile, I listen to the things
Round me, weeds, stones, instruments, the machine itself, all
Speaking to me in the vernacular of the purposes of one who is
Writer(s): Justin Thomas Daly, Daniel John Bashta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
