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Evans

Rating: 3.4

Evans? Yes, many a time
I came down his bare flight
Of stairs into the gaunt kitchen
With its wood fire, where crickets sang
Accompaniment to the black kettle"s
Whine, and so into the cold
Dark to smother in the thick tide
Of night that drifted about the walls
Of his stark farm on the hill ridge.

It was not the dark filling my eyes
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Rajnish Manga 29 May 2019

The deftly created scene looks as if taken from a suspense thriller. Thanks.

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One of the best poems by Ronald Stuart Thomas............

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NEED HELP! ! ! 27 August 2020

Can someone explain the dislocation in this line " It was the dark Silting the veins of that sick man I left stranded upon the vast And lonely shore of his bleak bed."

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mark 13 April 2021

As the Autoplay shows, this poem is full of said dislocations... Maybe it's a hint to the fact that Evans, as a hill-farmer was isolated from the community. More probably though, it's a metaphor for the fact that the poet-priest was there to perform the last rights to the deceased.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 29 May 2019

It was not the dark filling my eyes And mouth appalled me, not even the drip" . Outstanding style of narration that is touching too.

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 May 2019

It was not the dark filling my eyes And mouth appalled me; not even the drip Of rain like blood from the one tree Weather-tortured. a fine poem full of emotions. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 29 May 2019

Upon the vast! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 May 2019

It was not the dark filling my eyes And mouth appalled me; not even the drip Of rain like blood from the one tree Weather-tortured. It was the dark.....so moving. Beautiful poem.

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