Bright field of dreams | :: Alastair :: Cutting ::
I was introduced to The Bright Field by a friend, Robin, whilst we were on a course a few years back. Curiously, it is Hillsborough that has brought the poem very much back to mind. Let's have a reminder of the poem first, and there is an audio/file of RS Thomas reading it himself linked below: 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. The Bright Field by R. S. Thomas (1913-2000) Audio file via PoeticTouch. But why Hillsborough bring this poem to mind? I've blogged