Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Day 690: Mustard Field


I love Alice Oswald's poetry. Visual, subtle, essential.

The Mustard Field - Alice Oswald

From love to light my element
was altered when I fled
out of your house to meet the space
that blows about my head.

The sun was rude and sensible, 
the rivers ran for hours
and whoops I found a mustard field
exploding into flowers;

and I slowly came to sense again
the thousand forms that move 
all summer through a living world
that grows without your love.

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