Hubert Evans

Hubert Reginald Evans, the Elder of our Tribe

 

You’re about to read few short paragraphs about a classical Canadian poet, Hubert Reginald Evans. Through my paragraphs, you’ll learn some interesting facts about Hubert Evans, and read my interpretation of one of his poems, “Release”.

The poet Hubert Reginald Evans was born in 1892, Van Leek Hill, located in Ontario. After World War I, at the age of 16, he permanently moved to British Colombia with his family. Hubert married Anna Emily Winter in 1920, and 6 years later, he decided to try freelance writing as a full time occupation. He spent his life as a freelance writer for few years, and around the 1930s, he started publishing stories for young readers. In 1954, Hubert decided to expand his readership, and more people got to know him through radio plays written by Hubert, which were broadcast by CBC. Everything worked out smoothly and soon, many of the Canadian audiences started recognizing him as “The Elder of our Tribe” named by fellow Canadian writer, Margaret Laurence. Aside from being a poet, Hubert also worked as a reporter, fisherman, as well as a writer, but he enjoyed writing more than anything else. He was a writer for over 70 years, which means he spent almost eighty percent of his life writing. However, around the late 1970s, he started having hard time writing novels and poetries due to his falling eyesight, but he never gave up his passion for writing until he passed away at the age of 93 in 1986.

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Hilaire Belloc: The Superior.

        Hilaire Belloc was born on July 27, 1870 and died on July 16, 1953 at age 82. He was born in France, but then was sent to Cardinal John Henry Newman Oratory School in England. In 1902, he became a naturalised British subject and was one of the  most prolific poets and  writers in England. He was very much against women’s rights and especially against women’s right to vote.

 

Jim

Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion

By Hilaire Belloc

There was a Boy whose name was Jim;

His Friends were very good to him.

They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,

And slices of delicious Ham,

And Chocolate with pink inside

And little Tricycles to ride,

And read him Stories through and through,

And even took him to the Zoo–

But there it was the dreadful Fate

Befell him, which I now relate.

You know–or at least you ought to know,

For I have often told you so–

That Children never are allowed

To leave their Nurses in a Crowd;

Now this was Jim’s especial Foible,

He ran away when he was able,

And on this inauspicious day

He slipped his hand and ran away!

He hadn’t gone a yard when–Bang!

With open Jaws, a lion sprang,

And hungrily began to eat

The Boy: beginning at his feet.

Now, just imagine how it feels

When first your toes and then your heels,

And then by gradual degrees,

Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,

Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.

No wonder Jim detested it!

No wonder that he shouted “Hi!”

The Honest Keeper heard his cry,

Though very fat he almost ran

To help the little gentleman.

“Ponto!” he ordered as he came

(For Ponto was the Lion’s name),

“Ponto!” he cried, with angry Frown,

“Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!”

The Lion made a sudden stop,

He let the Dainty Morsel drop,

And slunk reluctant to his Cage,

Snarling with Disappointed Rage.

But when he bent him over Jim,

The Honest Keeper’s Eyes were dim.

The Lion having reached his Head,

The Miserable Boy was dead!

When Nurse informed his Parents, they

Were more Concerned than I can say:–

His Mother, as She dried her eyes,

Said, “Well–it gives me no surprise,

He would not do as he was told!”

His Father, who was self-controlled,

Bade all the children round attend

To James’s miserable end,

And always keep a-hold of Nurse

For fear of finding something worse.

 

            I think that in this poem, Belloc refers to his own life when he was younger and over exagerates how some people treated their children and friends, by giving them excessive toys and presents. I think that this is good that it is in a children’s book for one reason,  but it shouldn’t be in for another reason. It should because it helps ensure kids will do what they are told, but it shouldn’t because it is fairly gruesome in the fact that he gets eaten piece by piece by a lion. Children shouldn’t be taught to behave out of fear, but instead should be taught to understand that their parents are doing what is best for their child. Over all, this poem keeps the reader entertained with interesting images and surprises and it has good advice for younger people. This poem made me reflect on life in the sense that, if you do something wrong on purpose because it is hard, it may just make your life even harder.