by R. S. Thomas
R. S. Thomas, “Kneeling” from Not That He Brought Flowers.
I love this part:
the air a staircase For silence; the sun’s light Ringing me
Thank you for the poem! Great way to wake up. xocaq
This is lovely. I like the same part as CAQ above. Staircase as both a thing of perpetual stillness and a vehicle for ascension. And to lend those qualities to the air then lends them also to silence. Weights silence with waiting. The line breaks are great – for me they created a sort of halting rhythm. As if each line is broken by waiting – for some interruption from that voice for which one is waiting. Thanks for sharing – not sure I ever would have come across this on my own!
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