Alun Lewis

Alun Lewis (July 1, 1915 - March 5, 1944), was a poet of the Anglo-Welsh school. Some criticsWho|date=September 2008 say that he is the finest Second World War poet.Fact|date=September 2008

Education

He was born at Cwmaman, near Aberdare in one of the South Wales Valleys, the Cynon Valley, in the South Wales Coalfield. His father was a school teacher, his three brothers were coal miners. By the time he attended Cowbridge Grammar School, he was already interested in writing. He went on to the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth and the University of Manchester, Manchester. He was unsuccessful as a journalist and instead earned his living as a supply teacher.

Early work

In 1939, he met Gweno Ellis, a teacher, whom he married in 1941. In 1941, he collaborated with artists John Petts and Brenda Chamberlain on the "Caseg broadsheets". Although best known as a poet, his first published work was a volume of short stories, "The Last Inspection" (1942). In his poem "Raider's Dawn" Lewis makes a biblical reference to Peter and Paul.

Tragic end

He joined the army in 1940 although he was a pacifist. In 1942 he was sent to India with the South Wales Borderers.

He died in Burma, in the course of the Second World War campaign against the Japanese. He was found shot in the head, after shaving and washing, near the officers' latrines, with his revolver in his hand. He died from the wound six hours later. Despite the suggestion of suicide, an army court of inquiry subsequently concluded that he had tripped and the shooting was an accident. [cite web |url=http://www.channel4.com/history/microsites/S/soldier_poets/biog_lewis.html |title= Alun Lewis|accessdate=2008-01-07|publisher=Channel4.com]

One of his poems

;All Day it has Rained

All day it has rained, and we on the edge of the moorsHave sprawled in our bell-tents, moody and dull as boors,Groundsheets and blankets spread on the muddy groundAnd from the first grey wakening we have found

No refuge from the skirmishing fine rainAnd the wind that made the canvas heave and flapAnd the taut wet guy-ropes ravel out and snap,All day the rain has glided, wave and mist and dream,Drenching the gorse and heather, a gossamer streamToo light to stir the acorns that suddenlySnatched from their cups by the wild south-westerlyPattered against the tent and our upturned dreaming faces.And we stretched out, unbuttoning our braces,Smoking a Woodbine, darning dirty socks,Reading the Sunday papers - I saw a foxAnd mentioned it in the note I scribbled home;

And we talked of girls and dropping bombs on Rome,And thought of the quiet dead and the loud celebritiesExhorting us to slaughter, and the herded refugees;-Yet thought softly, morosely of them, and as indifferentlyAs of ourselves or those whom weFor years have loved, and will againTomorrow maybe love; but now it is the rainPossesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.

And I can remember nothing dearer or more to my heartThan the children I watched in the woods on SaturdayShaking down burning chestnuts for the schoolyard's merry playOr the shaggy patient dog who followed meBy Sheet and Steep and up the wooded screeTo the Shoulder o' Mutton where Edward Thomas brooded longOn death and beauty - till a bullet stopped his song.

Works

*"The Last Inspection" (stories) (1943)
*"Raider's Dawn and other poems" (1942)
*"Ha! Ha! Among the Trumpets" (1945)
*"In the Green Tree" (letters) (1948)

In 1989 his widow published "Letters to my Wife".

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