I Must Go to the Fields Again

I Must Go to the Fields Again

I must go to the fields again,
the verdant sea of grass,
the dazzling blaze
of a million wildflowers —

I return from a journey
of innumerable seasons,
my heart is parched from the frost
of manifold winters —

I must go to the fields again
there will I shed the tears
withheld
by silent sorrows,
release the laughter
of irrepressible joys.

I must go to the fields again —
I must go back home.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Image by Irma Web @pixabay


10 thoughts on “I Must Go to the Fields Again”

  3. I don’t think I know Masefield. It reminded me I thought of Wordsworth but that’s probably way off. In any case, it’s a thing of beauty. Absolutely exquisite.

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