I wrote yet another new poetic sketch yesterday—the sunlight through the clouds on the wheatfields was magical—and had to pause.
It occurred to me that I had been treating the collection like an infinite publication, and of course, it cannot be so—a limit must be set.
I have therefore put this new sketch into a “for a future collection” category, and shall do the same with all new poetic sketches.
One last surprise has come from yesterday’s excursion: a new poetic sketch! Whilst writing “Wander and Wonder”, I happened upon the line “the Kleinrivier at Klipdrift”.1 Amused by its alliteration, I could not resist composing a little verse about the Kleinrivier river and the bridge that crosses it at Klipdrift. There, I often stop to admire the swift swallows of summer and the slow waters of winter. Reflecting upon these moments in verse I find altogether fitting.
I spent the past few days in that sweet period after finishing a work when one savours its completion, reciting over and over the lines that have consumed one for weeks.
Presently, I am revisiting a verse from an earlier, completed poem—“The Robin-chat”—which it seems to me I can improve.
I have also made a start on developing the next sketch in line—“The Muse”—a verse acknowledging Nature as the source of my poetry.
In addition to this, I have removed from the collection “An Exaltation”, a sketch repeating ideas I have already explored thoroughly in other poems.
Forgotten Fields 