between two trees (is a third and it is singing)

April 27, 2013

I have this in my head

.

 

and I’m reading this
and this, not all at the same time
(it is hard to concentrate on three lovely things at once and do them all justice)

(the last one is by R.S. Thomas, it goes like this
and I put it here so you can read it and listen to Sufjan Stevens and read some Elizabeth Barrett Browning also,
but not all at once)

(and read it slowly):

 

 

 

The Bright Field

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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