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Evil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the suffrage of our days.Geoffrey Hill
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The risen Christ! Once morefaith is upon us, a jubilant brief keeningwith respite: Obedience, bitter joy, the elements, clouds, winds, louvres where the bellmakes its wild mouths: Holy Rus — into the rain’shorizons, peacock-dyed tail feathers of storm, so it goes on.Geoffrey Hill