Vanilde, I can’t figure out how your page is working so I’m commenting here. In stanza 1, what does Avison say about decided that too many live? In stanza 2, what does it mean to say the Presence ‘stings us alive’? In stanza 3, what seashores and territories are these? What does the use of [...]

To Counter Malthus, by Margaret Avison   This poem, To Counter Malthus,  Margaret Avison  wrote it to criticize the Malthus‘ idea that population, when increased in a geometrical ratio and subsistence for man increased in an arithmetical ratio. He wanted to say that the growth of population would be limited by the food supply. The increase [...]

Margaret Avison Margaret  Avison was a Canadian poet. She was born in Galt, Ontario on April 23 1918, and she died in Toronto on July 31 2007, age 89 Margaret Avison could be considered a spiritual or metaphysical poet. Her father was a Methodist minister, but she converted to Christianity In 1963, at 63 years. She is [...]

      R.S.Thomas was a welsh poet identifyed with the Welsh culture and he was member of a monastic order, so he wrote this poem showing about the memories of the past, but he have hope yet that in the future God will correct all wrong things what happened with them.      In the begining of [...]

The Country Clergy I see them working in old rectories By the sun’s light, by candle-light, Venerable men, their black cloth A little dusty, a little green With holy mildew. And yet their skulls, Ripening over so many prayers, Toppled into the same grave With oafs and yokels. They left no books, Memorial to their [...]

In the past The Welsh were a power people and he was a favorit subjct to R.S. Thomas to write his poems. The R.S. Thomas’s poems. He was a clergyman, so he has a regilious views that is present in his works. The Welsh wave red for war, but they was defeated by enemy of tem. [...]

Welsh History We were a people taut for war; the hills Were no harder, the thin grass Clothed them more warmly than the coarse Shirts our small bones. We fought, and were always in retreat, Like snow thawing upon the slopes Of Mynydd Mawr; and yet the stranger Never found our ultimate stand In the [...]