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. Home 1 4/7/2010
6. Man And Dog 4/7/2010
7. House And Man 4/7/2010
8. Head And Bottle 4/7/2010
9. Interval 4/7/2010
10. How At Once 4/7/2010
11. If I Were To Own 4/7/2010
12. Lob 4/7/2010
13. Home 3 4/7/2010
14. To-Night 4/7/2010
15. I Built Myself A House Of Glass 4/7/2010
16. Home 2 4/7/2010
17. The Child On The Cliffs 4/7/2010
18. The Huxter 4/7/2010
19. The Ash Grove 4/7/2010
20. It Was Upon 4/7/2010
21. Health 4/7/2010
22. The Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
23. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) 4/7/2010
24. Lovers 4/7/2010
25. The Child In The Orchard 4/7/2010
26. The Combe 4/7/2010
27. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
28. The Hollow Wood 4/7/2010
29. Two Pewits 4/7/2010
30. The Barn And The Down 4/7/2010
31. The Other 4/7/2010
32. The Barn 4/7/2010
33. Good-Night 4/7/2010
34. Haymaking 4/7/2010
35. April 4/7/2010
36. The Bridge 4/7/2010
37. A Gentleman 4/7/2010
38. Fifty Faggots 4/7/2010
39. This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong 4/7/2010
40. Liberty 4/7/2010

Comments about Edward Thomas

  • jack whitfeld (4/27/2018 2:16:00 PM)

    lol i live in adlestrop

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  • 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.

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

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

Best Poem of Edward Thomas


Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all ...

Read the full of Rain

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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