Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

41. Over The Hills 4/7/2010
42. April 4/7/2010
43. A Gentleman 4/7/2010
44. Liberty 4/7/2010
45. The Brook 4/7/2010
46. Digging 4/7/2010
47. Birds' Nests 4/7/2010
48. First Known When Lost 4/7/2010
49. The Gallows 4/7/2010
50. As The Clouds That Are So Light 4/7/2010
51. For These 4/7/2010
52. The Path 12/31/2002
53. Digging 2 4/7/2010
54. Gone, Gone Again 4/7/2010
55. The Sign-Post 12/31/2002
56. Ambition 4/7/2010
57. The Trumpet 12/31/2002
58. The Manor Farm 12/31/2002
59. The Long Small Room 12/31/2002
60. After You Speak 4/7/2010
61. The Lane 1/3/2003
62. The Word 12/31/2002
63. In Memoriam 1/3/2003
64. A Private 12/31/2002
65. Early One Morning 4/7/2010
66. When First I Came Here 12/31/2002
67. Cock-Crow 12/31/2002
68. Unknown 1/3/2003
69. The New House 12/31/2002
70. After Rain 4/7/2010
71. Bob's Lane 12/31/2002
72. Sowing 12/31/2002
73. Snow 12/31/2002
74. And You, Helen 4/7/2010
75. October 12/31/2002
76. If I Should Ever By Chance 12/31/2002
77. The Dark Forest 1/3/2003
78. Tall Nettles 12/31/2002
79. Thaw 12/31/2002
80. As The Team's Head- Brass 3/19/2003

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

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 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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