Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

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

Adlestrop

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
Of ...

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Bob's Lane

Women he liked, did shovel-bearded Bob,
Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath, but he
Loved horses. He himself was like a cob
And leather-coloured. Also he loved a tree.

For the life in them he loved most living things,
But a tree chiefly. All along the lane
He planted elms where now the stormcock sings
That travellers hear from the slow-climbing train.

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