A distillation of Causley’s years in the navy, these early poems vividly recreate the alternatingly intoxicating and sobering experiences of a generation of young Englishmen who in fighting World War II discovered the wider world. I stood and watched the snowy head, The whiskers white, the cloak of red. In 1951 Causley brought out his first collection, Farewell, Aggie Weston, a small pamphlet of thirty-one poems. In a red cloak I saw him go, His back was bent, his step was slow, And as he laboured through the cold He seemed a hundred winters old. Jim presents an evening of his musical settings of poems by his relative the celebrated Cornish poet Charles Causley.
In 1958, he was made a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, and. His brow was whiter than the hoar, A beard of freshest snow he wore, And round about him, snowflake starred, A red horse-blanke t from the yard. Causley wrote numerous collections of verse and was also a prolific children poet. With every step I saw him take Flew at his heel a puff of flake. Thick was the snow on field and hedge And vanished was the river-sedge, Where winter skilfully had wound A shining scarf without a sound.Īnd as I stood and gazed my fill A stable-boy came down the hill.
At nine of the night I opened my door That stands midway between moor and moor, And all around me, silver-brigh t, I saw that the world had turned to white.
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