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Spring, 1942<\/strong><\/p>\n from a letter by R.S. Thomas<\/em><\/p>\n Morning glittering with April light, Then your gift arrives. I reply with a poem, <\/strong><\/p>\n Sally Long<\/strong> has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of East London and is about to start a PhD at Exeter. She has had poems published in magazines including Agenda, Haiku Journal, Ink, Sweat and Tears, London Grip, Prole<\/em> and Snakeski<\/em>n. Sally edits Allegro Poetry Magazine http:\/\/allegropoetry.org <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Spring, 1942 from a letter by R.S. Thomas Morning glittering with April light, warblers sing in the wood, untroubled by the shadow that sullies my spirit. Then your gift arrives. A violin concerto, its notes wrapped with kindness, heal my heart. I reply with a poem, a speck of hope in these […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8158","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8158","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8158"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8158\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8159,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8158\/revisions\/8159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8158"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8158"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8158"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwarblers sing in the wood,
\nuntroubled by the shadow
\nthat sullies my spirit.<\/p>\n
\nA violin concerto, its notes
\nwrapped with kindness,
\nheal my heart.<\/p>\n
\na speck of hope
\nin these desolate days.
\nThe shadow will pass.<\/p>\n