Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 - 9 April 1917 / London / England)
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Poems by Edward Thomas : 45 / 92
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.
Edward Thomas
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: rain, hair, joy, love
Poems by Edward Thomas : 45 / 92
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When I read his poem, I feel like touching an abstract power, which makes us to write poem.
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
Poetry of rejection, of unrequited love-beating with a true heart-which hits softly but leaves an indelible mark.
No, it won't do. B-****************************
Wonderfully written and eloquent expressing heartfelt love gained and lost. Fantastic last lines.10++++
I'm going to wash that girl right outta my hair.
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!
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...
amazing poem, with magic charm
Wonderful poem depicting the passion of love!