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    <title>GreacenStanford290</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1977 Jul 27th</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford290</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Herta, Arts Council of Northern Ireland</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿number of young people.

Herta a went off last Monday. Have by now
filled the vacuum she left . Work is a great
s&#039;oand-by, except when it’s too onerous or one
is ill.

Love to you both - Robert

Hamburger has expressed admiration for my
poems. Would he carry weight with the Arts
Council ?

P.S. What about:
My hands are calloused now from oar and spade
Yet still I drive the quill with fluent strokes
Across..........
   ..........
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