Mention623898
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| so:text | Natural, hell! What was it Chaucer Said once about the long toil that goes like blood to the poems making? Leave it to nature and the verse sprawls, Limp as bindweed, if it break at all Life's iron crust Man, you must sweat And rhyme your guts taut, if you'd build Your verse a ladder. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/R._S._Thomas |
| so:description | Poetry For Supper (1958) (en) |
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