Later, in Andalusia, he was entranced by the landscape and by the works of the Spanish poets Lorca, Prados and Cernuda: "That early September of 1950," he would later write, "the light walked for me as it never had before, and I walked through the light I'd always longed for".
Later in Andalusia, he was deeply moved by the scenery and the poetry of Lorca, Prados, and Cernuda: "That early September of 1950," he would later write, "the light seemed to walk for me as it had never done before, and I walked through the light I'd always desired".