Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

81. Lights Out 12/31/2002
82. No One So Much As You 3/16/2003
83. Celandine 12/31/2002
84. As The Team's Head- Brass 3/19/2003
85. Tall Nettles 12/31/2002
86. The Owl 12/31/2002
87. Aspens 1/3/2003
88. The Glory 3/19/2003
89. A Cat 1/3/2003
90. Beauty 12/31/2002
91. Words 1/3/2003
92. The Cherry Trees 12/31/2002
93. Like The Touch Of Rain 1/3/2003
94. Rain 12/31/2002
95. Adlestrop 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Edward Thomas


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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