Charles Causley (1917-2003) was born and raised in Langston, Cornwall, and lived there for most of his life. When he was only seven years old, his father died from trauma during World War I. This early loss and his own service experience in World War II deeply influenced Coasley. His works deviate from the main poetic trends of the 20th century and instead draw inspiration from local sources: folk songs, hymns, and most importantly, folk songs. His poetry won the Queen's Poetry Gold Award in 1967 and the Jomondley Award in 1971. In addition to these public honors, the clarity and formality of his poetry have also earned Coasley a popular readership, making him, in Ted Hughes's words, the "most beloved and needed" poet of the past fifty years. Coasley's mastery of traditional forms has endowed his poetry with eternal qualities, and the voice of poetry is often public rather than personal. Therefore, we can imagine a hundred years or more ago, narratives like "The End of Miller" were recited by the fireplace. This traditionalism sometimes overshadows his boldness in form, a visionary quality that is strange like one of his recognized masters, William Blake. And strongly. Like Blake, a core issue is the decline from innocence to experience, which is not surprising. Coasley's poetry often includes children, including the highly acclaimed collection Timothy Winters. In fact, Coasley created some of the best poems for children and did not see the difference between these two aspects. Perhaps Coasley's ability to maintain a childlike openness to some extent explains the freshness of his writing: unlike the narrator of "Crazy Boy," Coasley has never lost interest in a "house covered in leaves, water ringing." Considering the oral roots of some of his favorite forms, it is very valuable to be able to listen to Coasley's own explanations. His Cornwall accent gives the folk storyteller magic and also gives more personal poetic warmth, such as the touching elegy for his parents, "Eden Rock." As he said in the last line of this poem, I didn't expect it to be... It's like this; this is the epitaph of a poet who has been amazed by the world throughout his long life.