Was he balked by silence? He kneeled long,
More quotes by R. S. Thomas
Art is recuperation
from time. I lie back
convalescing upon the prospect
of a harvest already at hand.
You have to imagine
a waiting that is not impatient
because it is timeless.
The deep spaces between stars,
Fathomless as the cold shadow
His mind cast.
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Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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