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Evans? Yes, many a time
I came down his bare flight
Of stairs into the gaunt kitchen
With its wood fire, where crickets sang
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It was not the dark filling my eyes And mouth appalled me, not even the drip" . Outstanding style of narration that is touching too.
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
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.
The deftly created scene looks as if taken from a suspense thriller. Thanks.
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7/19/2025 2:30:03 PM # 1.0.0
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."
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.