THE SMALL WINDOW

In Wales there are jewels
To gather, but with the eye
Only. A hill lights up
Suddenly; a filed trembles
With colour and goes out
In its turn; in one day
You can witness the extent
Of the spectrum and grow rich

With looking. Have a care;
This wealth is for the few
And chosen. Those who crowd
A small window dirty it
With their breathing, though sublime
And inexhaustible the view.

"The Small Window"
from Not That He Brought Flowers
You can also find this in
COLLECTED POEMS 1945-1990(J.M.Dent, 1993).
background image: "Green" Manafon hill, mid-Wales(2014�j