The Bright Fieldby R. S. Thomas
Original Language English
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. 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.
|-- from Soul Food: Nourishing Poems for Starved Minds, Edited by Neil Astley / Edited by Pamela Robertson-Pearce|
/ Photo by Heather Ruiz /
I am still new to the poetry of R. S. Thomas. I think I first discovered his work just a couple of years ago, and I am still surprised by how much his simple, direct language rings in my mind.
This poem, for example. It moves through each phrase, saying nothing more than is needed, then steps into the next line. It conveys an easy patience, no rush, no ornament. You can almost hear the poet's aging voice, a slow, dark syrup.
Forget my commentary today. Reread the poem instead, slowly. Then step outside. See what is illuminated.