Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

1. The Sorrow of True Love  5/4/2015
2. Roads 6/16/2014
3. March 1/7/2015
4. I Never Saw That Land Before 4/7/2010
5. House And Man 4/7/2010
6. Home 1 4/7/2010
7. Head And Bottle 4/7/2010
8. Interval 4/7/2010
9. How At Once 4/7/2010
10. If I Were To Own 4/7/2010
11. Man And Dog 4/7/2010
12. Home 3 4/7/2010
13. Home 2 4/7/2010
14. To-Night 4/7/2010
15. It Was Upon 4/7/2010
16. Health 4/7/2010
17. The Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
18. The Huxter 4/7/2010
19. Haymaking 4/7/2010
20. I Built Myself A House Of Glass 4/7/2010
21. Two Pewits 4/7/2010
22. The Hollow Wood 4/7/2010
23. Good-Night 4/7/2010
24. Fifty Faggots 4/7/2010
25. Lob 4/7/2010
26. April 4/7/2010
27. Lovers 4/7/2010
28. The Gypsy 4/7/2010
29. The Child On The Cliffs 4/7/2010
30. The Barn And The Down 4/7/2010
31. The Barn 4/7/2010
32. The Other 4/7/2010
33. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) 4/7/2010
34. A Gentleman 4/7/2010
35. The Ash Grove 4/7/2010
36. The Green Roads 4/7/2010
37. Liberty 4/7/2010
38. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
39. This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong 4/7/2010
40. Over The Hills 4/7/2010

Comments about Edward Thomas

  • Tony Walton (8/27/2012 2:23:00 PM)

    Edward Thomas is considered by many major poets, such as T.S.Eliot and Ted Hughes, to have a big influence on the development of English poetry in the 20th century. Hughes said: He is the father of us all.
    Thomas and Robert Frost were best friends. It was Frost who encouraged Thomas to turn to poetry at the age of 36, three years before his death.
    He is still not as widely known as Wilfred Owen, who was the other significant poet to be killed on the Western Front.
    Please read my poem 'Roads To France' written about him and in his memory.

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  • Nawaz Hassan (1/16/2005 9:24:00 AM)

    i need the Comparison between 'Tall Nettles' and 'Thistles'

Best Poem of Edward Thomas

Adlestrop

Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop -- only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of ...

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The Dark Forest

Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead
Hang stars like seeds of light
In vain, though not since they were sown was bred
Anything more bright.

And evermore mighty multitudes ride
About, nor enter in;
Of the other multitudes that dwell inside
Never yet was one seen.

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