Treasure Island

Edward Thomas

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

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Like the Touch of Rain


Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Jack Growden (10/19/2013 4:59:00 AM)

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  • Macanthony Chijioke Nwatu (10/19/2013 2:34:00 AM)

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  • Neela Nath (10/19/2012 9:25:00 PM)

    When I read his poem, I feel like touching an abstract power, which makes us to write poem. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (10/19/2012 6:41:00 PM)

    Those last two lines complete the poem with the sadden note love always springs when a heart is broken, Rain can always ease the pain when sister tears join in. An amazing work worth being a top rated one on this site (Report) Reply

  • Carlos Echeverria (10/19/2012 3:24:00 PM)

    Poetry of rejection, of unrequited love-beating with a true heart-which hits softly but leaves an indelible mark. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Pruchnicki (10/20/2009 3:43:00 PM)

    Everything from trimeter quatrains that rhyme and metrical pyrotechnics that mimic Harmon's imagined storm and Straw's Welshman caught out without his umbrella in a rain or a storm, whether or not there's a girl involved seems to elude our poetaster - it's all there in twelve lines! And don't forget the Ancient Mariner, lads! (It was the buckets which were 'silly'! !)

    The simile the poem is based on reads 'like the touch of rain she was' - seems more a gentle mist that one barely feels on a London afternoon. No umbrella necessary for even the gentlest of souls such as Straw and his ilk! How delicate the lad as he stands there, the silly buckets filling with the rain and ruining his best gabardine!

    I'll stick with Emma's magic charm and Ramesh's wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Michael Harmon (10/19/2009 12:30:00 PM)

    Unrequited love strikes again, this time in the form of classic, rhyming, trimeter quatrains, with some interesting metrical pyrotechnics, perhaps to mimic those of a storm... (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (10/19/2009 8:43:00 AM)

    Being Welsh, he had no umbrella! I am not sure if this girl was rain or storm. An interpretation might be that she was like the gentle rain when he met her, became stormy during the relationship (due, no doubt, to his mooning about writing poetry) and then washed him out of her life. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (10/19/2009 6:35:00 AM)

    Being Welsh, he had no umbrella! I am not sure if this girl was rain or storm. 'Blessed rain' sounds decidedly unstormy - more like the 'silly' rain that redeemed the Ancient Mariner. But I suppose an interpretation could be that his love began like an unexpected and refreshing rain, went into storm mode, and then became rain again, though more predictable and, perhaps, 'holy' - which is probably why she got shot of him. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (10/19/2009 6:34:00 AM)

    Being Welsh, he had no umbrella! I am not sure if this girl was rain or storm. 'Blessed rain' sounds decidedly unstormy - more like the 'silly' rain that redeemed the Ancient Mariner. But I suppose an interpretation could be that his love began like an unexpected and refreshing rain, went into storm mode, and then became rain again, though more predictable and, perhaps, 'holy' - which is probably why she got shot of him. (Report) Reply

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