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britisk poet
"Evans" from Poetry for Supper
Brits dichter (1913-2000)
Ronald Stuart Thomas
walisischer Lyriker
شاعر بریتانیایی
Pentrefelin, Gwynedd, Wales
poeta galés
poeta e scrittore gallese
brittisk poet
Cardiff, Glamorgan, Wales
Evans 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 And mouth appalled me; not even the drip Of rain like blood from the one tree Weather-tortured. It was the dark Silting the veins of that sick man I left stranded upon the vast And lonely shore of his bleak bed.
شاعر ويلزي
true
bardd Cymreig yn yr iaith Saesneg
file Breatnach
Welsh poet (1913–2000)
Poet, priest
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סופר בריטי
Photograph of an unsmiling, elderly man looking side on into camera. His hair is white and collar length. He wears a brown jacket, blue-collared shirt and red tie. He appears to be seated in front of a bookcase.
R. S. Thomas
Thomas in his eighties
Welsh
Томас, Роналд Стюарт
رونالد توماس (كاتب)
R·S·托马斯
Рональд Стюард Томас
R.S. Thomas