art by John Faupel
Here's a poem by R.S. Thomas:
The
Answer
by R.S.
Thomas
Not
darkness but twilight
In which
even the best
of minds
must make its way
now. And
slowly the questions
occur,
vague but formidable
for all
that. We pass our hands
over
their surface like blind
men
feeling for the mechanism
that will
swing them aside. They
yield,
but only to re-form
as new
problems; and one
does not
even do that
but
towers immovable
before
us.
Is there
no way
of other
thought of answering
its
challenge? There is an anticipation
of it to
the point of
dying. There
have been times
when,
after long on my knees
in a cold
chancel, a stone has rolled
from my
mind, and I have looked
in and
seen the old questions lie
folded
and in a place
by
themselves, like the piled
graveclothes
of love’s risen body.
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