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 Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
27. Good-Night 4/7/2010
28. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) 4/7/2010
29. Lovers 4/7/2010
30. The Child In The Orchard 4/7/2010
31. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
32. This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong 4/7/2010
33. Fifty Faggots 4/7/2010
34. April 4/7/2010
35. The Barn 4/7/2010
36. The Chalk-Pit 4/7/2010
37. The Bridge 4/7/2010
38. A Gentleman 4/7/2010
39. Haymaking 4/7/2010
40. First Known When Lost 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 ...

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A Cat

She had a name among the children;
But no one loved though someone owned
Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime
And had her kittens duly drowned.

In Spring, nevertheless, this cat
Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales,
And birds of bright voice and plume and flight,
As well as scraps from neighbours’ pails.

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