In his poem, ‘To a Young Poet’, RS Thomas wrote: ‘For the first twenty years you are still growing, / bodily that is; as a poet, of course,/ you are not born yet. It’s the next ten / you cut your teeth on to emerge smirking / for your / brash courtship of the muse.’ […]
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