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.
Submitted by Andrew Mayers
Evans
Ronald Stuart Thomas
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Poem topics: fire, lonely, night, rain, sick, time, tree, weather, shore, flight, mouth, cold, black, kitchen, dark, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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M. McLeary Graham : I first encountered this poem in school over 30 years ago. I had an emotional reaction then, and a more intense reaction now as I see how Evans foreshadows the very personal and sad epic of watching a loved one slowly leave this life.
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