First Known When Lost: "To Mend A World You Had Not Made"

First Known When Lost: "To Mend A World You Had Not Made"
Excerpt:
My posts in the new year have all been, by chance, bird-themed. Hence, a change of subject may be in order. However, R. S. Thomas's "A Marriage" prompted a memory of the following poem by Michael Roberts (1902-1948), in which birds once again make an appearance.

Poem for Elsa

That day the blue-black rook fell pitifully dead
You wept and stormed, tossing your lovely head,
Hurling commiseration into broken skies
That wept and wept, vainly as any eyes.

You pitifully wept, nor would be comforted
Till a bedraggled robin chirped unfed
Begging for comfort-crumbs, and sought your aid
To mend a world you had not made....