Edward Thomas

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

After You Speak - Poem by Edward Thomas

After you speak
And what you meant
Is plain,
My eyes
Meet yours that mean,
With your cheeks and hair,
Something more wise,
More dark,
And far different.
Even so the lark
Loves dust
And nestles in it
The minute
Before he must
Soar in lone flight
So far,
Like a black star
He seems -
A mote
Of singing dust
Afloat
Above,
The dreams
And sheds no light.
I know your lust
Is love.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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