RunAndrewRun

By RunAndrewRun

Of light and distance

Running rest-day ...

... and here's a poem from R.S. Thomas about 'light and distance'.

Given other work pressures today; the photo is a hastily-taken (hopefully, somewhat relevant!) shot of one of my office-windows ;-)


The View From The Window

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?

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