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October 25, 2018

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Dave Summers

I find R S Thomas's poems difficult to get into, so I appreciated your thoughtful unpacking of this one. A few other observations:-
"The air recomposing itself for vigil" - I like the sense of worshipful waiting in this.
"It has waited like this since the stones grouped themselves around it" - interesting that he gives animation to the stones, the most solidly inanimate elements of the poem, reversing expectations again.
The overall sense of the poem is that the service - the church occupied - has disturbed the search for God, which now resumes. But does he also feel something more positive from the service, in the place "the light held for an hour"?

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