A bright field

I have seen the sun break through

to illuminate a small field

for a while, and gone on my way

and forgotten it. But that was the

pearl of great price, the one field that had

treasure in it. I realise now

that I must give all I have

to possess it. Life is not hurrying


on to a receding future, nor hankering after

an imagined path. It is the turning

aside like Moses to the miracle

of the lit bush, to a brightness,

that seemed as transitory as your youth

once, but is the eternity that awaits you.


A Bright Field, by R S Thomas. I won’t add too much about this beautiful poem, except how much I admire his use of enjambament. Each line’s sense and rhythm runs on naturally to the next, but if you took each line chopped on its own with the words, you would also find something beautiful and provoking. Thomas also achieves Wordsworth’s ideal of emotion recollected in tranquillity. 




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