Edward Thomas

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

Words - Poem by Edward Thomas

Out of us all
That make rhymes
Will you choose
Sometimes -
As the winds use
A crack in a wall
Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain
To whistle through -
Choose me,
You English words?

I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer:
Strange as the races
Of dead and unborn:
Strange and sweet
Equally,
And familiar,
To the eye,
As the dearest faces
That a man knows,
And as lost homes are:
But though older far
Than oldest yew, -
As our hills are, old, -
Worn new
Again and again:
Young as our streams
After rain:
And as dear
As the earth which you prove
That we love.

Make me content
With some sweetness
From Wales
Whose nightingales
Have no wings, -
From Wiltshire and Kent
And Herefordshire, -
And the villages there, -
From the names, and the things
No less.
Let me sometimes dance
With you,
Or climb
Or stand perchance
In ecstasy,
Fixed and free
In a rhyme,
As poets do.


Comments about Words by Edward Thomas

  • Gold Star - 5,701 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (9/6/2014 10:23:00 AM)

    words are the poet's voice and view... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,759 Points Savita Tyagi (9/6/2014 8:57:00 AM)

    Lovely poem. Enjoyed these soft romantic feelings of poet for the words. Words are to a poet what sky is to birds. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Manohar Bhatia (9/6/2013 7:25:00 AM)

    I think the poet wants to convey an important message on {ryhming}.He says that just as ryhming creates waves in a poem, but think of the other side of the rainbow, and write your words in such a way that ordinary words like a crack, whistle can send an outstanding meaning.
    Manohar Bhatia. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Olayemi Lawal (4/4/2013 7:59:00 PM)

    please can someone explain this poem to me it may come out in my exam (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,208 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (9/7/2012 12:12:00 AM)

    ...Fixed and free / In a rhyme, / As poets do..... And ultimately we get a chance to stop as poet gave us an opportunity.............Pranab k c (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Carlos Echeverria (9/6/2012 11:00:00 AM)

    The choppy, staccato-like meter complements the Fixed and free rhyme scheme. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Stevie Taite (9/6/2012 10:21:00 AM)

    A celebration of poets and poetry! Almost a tribute! Happiness would be a party of poets for him! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ayush Anand (9/6/2012 9:13:00 AM)

    Wow, just wow, this is great! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dàînnâ Nà Lâ (9/6/2012 4:33:00 AM)

    i really loved it :) amazing one [3 (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 785 Points Ramesh T A (9/6/2011 6:31:00 AM)

    Yes, indeed poet has the magical power to create jollity in creative words that make one sing and dance sure! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 422 Points Ravi A (9/6/2009 11:43:00 AM)

    The poet has rightly captured the heart of words. An excellent write. Born and unborn words. Sweet and rhyming words. Dancing words. Soothing words. The feelings are great. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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