The Small Window by R. S. Thomas

In Wales there are jewels

To gather, but with the eye

Only. A hill lights up

Suddenly; a field trembles

With colour and goes out

In its turn; in one day

You can witness the extent

Of the spectrum and grow rich

 

With looking. Have a care;

This wealth is for the few

And chosen. Those who crowd

A small window dirty it

With their breathing, though sublime

and inexhaustable the view.

 

by R. S. Thomas

from Not That He Brought Flowers (1968)

 

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