“Art is recuperation
from time. I lie back
convalescing upon the prospect
of a harvest already at hand.”

—  R.S. Thomas

"Pissaro: Kitchen Garden, Trees in Bloom", p. 41
Between Here and Now (1981)

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Welsh poet 1913–2000

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