Edward Thomas

(3 March 1878 - 9 April 1917 / London / England)

Edward Thomas Poems

1. The Sorrow of True Love  -new- 5/4/2015
2. Roads 6/16/2014
3. March 1/7/2015
4. House And Man 4/7/2010
5. I Never Saw That Land Before 4/7/2010
6. Home 1 4/7/2010
7. Head And Bottle 4/7/2010
8. Interval 4/7/2010
9. How At Once 4/7/2010
10. The Huxter 4/7/2010
11. If I Were To Own 4/7/2010
12. Home 3 4/7/2010
13. The Hollow Wood 4/7/2010
14. Man And Dog 4/7/2010
15. Two Pewits 4/7/2010
16. Home 2 4/7/2010
17. To-Night 4/7/2010
18. It Was Upon 4/7/2010
19. Health 4/7/2010
20. The Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
21. The Combe 4/7/2010
22. Lob 4/7/2010
23. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
24. I Built Myself A House Of Glass 4/7/2010
25. The Other 4/7/2010
26. Good-Night 4/7/2010
27. The Bridge 4/7/2010
28. The Gypsy 4/7/2010
29. The Ash Grove 4/7/2010
30. The Barn And The Down 4/7/2010
31. The Barn 4/7/2010
32. The Child On The Cliffs 4/7/2010
33. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) 4/7/2010
34. Haymaking 4/7/2010
35. Fifty Faggots 4/7/2010
36. April 4/7/2010
37. The Green Roads 4/7/2010
38. First Known When Lost 4/7/2010
39. This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong 4/7/2010
40. The Brook 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Edward Thomas

Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all ...

Read the full of Rain

Celandine

Thinking of her had saddened me at first,
Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie
Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame,
A living thing, not what before I nursed,
The shadow I was growing to love almost,
The phantom, not the creature with bright eye
That I had thought never to see, once lost.

She found the celandines of February

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