‘Imagined Greetings: Poetic Engagements with R.S. Thomas’, by David Lloyd – review

There is a much reproduced image of the great Welsh poet R.S. Thomas towards the end of his life. A gaunt and angular figure leans defiantly out over the half-gate of his cottage on the Llyn peninsula, wild of hair, curmudgeonly and altogether unwelcoming. The photograph, taken after Thomas’s retirement as vicar of the fishing village of Aberdaron and relocation to nearby Rhiw, reveals a man at war with the world — and with himself too. Tourists passing through the Welsh-speaking region who asked him for directions encountered the baffling response: ‘No English’. He would return indoors to relish the joke with his monoglot English wife Elsi.

She shared his hatred of the machine age. And so she ripped out the ‘unaesthetic’ cottage radiators, and indoors got inhospitable too. Byron Rogers, in his funny and moving biography The Man who Went into the West (2006), tells us of times when the temperature reached only one degree above zero, even with a fire on, how water oozed down the walls and mould grew on the poet’s shoulders.