Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

41. First Known When Lost 4/7/2010
42. Liberty 4/7/2010
43. The Brook 4/7/2010
44. Over The Hills 4/7/2010
45. For These 4/7/2010
46. Gone, Gone Again 4/7/2010
47. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
48. As The Clouds That Are So Light 4/7/2010
49. A Gentleman 4/7/2010
50. The Path 12/31/2002
51. Digging 2 4/7/2010
52. Ambition 4/7/2010
53. Digging 4/7/2010
54. The Gallows 4/7/2010
55. Birds' Nests 4/7/2010
56. Early One Morning 4/7/2010
57. The Sign-Post 12/31/2002
58. The Trumpet 12/31/2002
59. The Long Small Room 12/31/2002
60. The Lane 1/3/2003
61. The Word 12/31/2002
62. The Manor Farm 12/31/2002
63. After You Speak 4/7/2010
64. Unknown 1/3/2003
65. In Memoriam 1/3/2003
66. Sowing 12/31/2002
67. Bob's Lane 12/31/2002
68. The New House 12/31/2002
69. When First I Came Here 12/31/2002
70. A Private 12/31/2002
71. If I Should Ever By Chance 12/31/2002
72. Cock-Crow 12/31/2002
73. But These Things Also 4/7/2010
74. October 12/31/2002
75. After Rain 4/7/2010
76. The Dark Forest 1/3/2003
77. And You, Helen 4/7/2010
78. Celandine 12/31/2002
79. Old Man 3/23/2003
80. Thaw 12/31/2002

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 ...

Read the full of Adlestrop

The Trumpet

Rise up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night's lovers -

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