Thursday, 27 October 2011

Pure Poetry


Like a painting it is set before one,
But less brittle, ageless; these colours
Are renewed daily with variations
Of light and distance that no painter
Achieves or suggests. Then there is movement,
Change, as slowly the cloud bruises
Are healed by sunlight, or snow caps
A black mood; but gold at evening
To cheer the heart. All through history
The great brush has not rested,
Nor the paint dried; yet what eye,
Looking coolly, or, as we now,
Through the tears' lenses, ever saw
This work and it was not finished?

R. S. Thomas

I am rather partial to the poetry of R.S.Thomas. Walking Bess across some of the fields close to where we live these last few days made me think of the poem above. On Tuesday the light was so clear that the water was like a mirror reflecting the every detail of the Autumn trees and sky. Yesterday I made sure to take the camera, and although the light was not quite so good, I took these photos  which almost do justice to the scenery.


  1. Beautiful photos- the colours ARE amazing and perfect for the poem . Thank you.
    Bess is a very photogenic lass. How old is she ?
    Hope you enjoy the rest of the half term- it goes so quickly.

  2. A very satisfying meld of words and pictures. Thank you, Sue.

  3. Great pictures Sue, especially nos 1 and five. Water and sky, always a winning combination.

  4. Thanks everyone. Bessie is now five, Philomena. I can't believe how the time has flown since she was a pup!