Introducing: Owen Barfield
Owen Barfield is an author who piques my interest and challenges my thought as few others recently have. A member of the Inklings and one of C.S. Lewis' dear friends, Barfield's study was the field of consciousness; how we know, how we experience reality, and how language forms, reflects, and livens that experience. I am in the midst of his Saving the Appearances and am about to start Poetic Diction, both classics when it comes to the study of language, imagination, and human consciousness. All of these are topics I am very keen to study to the depths and I'll be writing more on what I find in his books. So, when I discovered this lovely poem, it seemed an easy way to introduce him to you. Not only is it a fitting poem with which to welcome October, it also offers the reader a deepened awareness of the world, a heightened consciousness if you will, that comes with the gift of well-woven words. An Autumn Bicycle Ride
The leaves, grown rusty overhead, Dropped on the road and made it red. The air that coldly wrapped me round, Stained by the glowing of the ground, Had bathed the world in the cosy gloom Of a great, red-carpeted, firelit room; It filled my lungs, as I rode along, Till they overflowed in a flood of song, And joy grew truculent in my throat, Uttering a pompous trombone-note; For this elegant modern soul of mine Was warm with old Autumn’s rich red wine.
By Owen Barfield. Used with the kind permission of the Owen Barfield Literary Estate (link below). Note: this poem was possibly written in 1919 and is transcribed from the typescript at the Bodleian Library (Barfield Papers, Dep. c. 1103).
For those whose interest was piqued like mine, take a look at these resources.
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And visit the The Owen Barfield Literary Estate.