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You cannot find the centre Where we dance , where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower , Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven .

R. S. Thomas

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R. S. Thomas
Age: 87 †
Born: 1913
Born: March 29
Died: 2000
Died: September 25
Author
Poet
Writer
Cardiff
Wales
Ronald Stuart Thomas
Play
Blue
Faded
Life
Dance
Shell
Flower
Shells
Heaven
Asleep
Remoter
Cannot
Centre
Cupped
Stills
Smooth
Nest
Still
Eggs
Nests
Find
Closed
Mock

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