A Poem For Today - The Small Window

[KEN DICKINSON]



The Small Window

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;

The wealth is for the few 

And chosen. Those who crowd

A small window dirty it

With their breathing, though sublime 

And inexhaustible the view.

R. S. Thomas