The poem by R.S. Thomas ends with the possibility of faraway hope, but some days, today for example, I can't get past these lines:
There are times
When a black frost is upon
One's whole being, and the heart
In its bone belfry hangs and is dumb.
- from "The Belfry" by R.S. Thomas
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