Edward Thomas Poems
- Adlestrop Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- The name, because ...
- Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this...
- The Glory The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The ...
- Beauty WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No...
- Words Out of us all That make rhymes Will you ...
- No One So Much As You No one so much as you Loves this my ...
- Lights Out I have come to the borders of sleep, The ...
Phillip Edward Thomas was an Anglo-Welsh writer of prose and poetry. He is commonly considered a war poet, although few of his poems deal directly with his war experiences. Already an accomplished writer, Thomas turned to poetry only in 1914. He enlisted in the army in 1915, and was killed in action during the Battle of Arras in 1917, soon after he arrived in France.
Thomas was born in Lambeth, London. He was educated at Battersea Grammar School, St Paul's School and Lincoln College, Oxford. His family were mostly Welsh. Unusually, he married while still an undergraduate and determined to live his life by the pen. He then worked as a book reviewer, reviewing ... more »
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Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop -- only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds