Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

81. As The Team's Head- Brass 3/19/2003
82. Tall Nettles 12/31/2002
83. Celandine 12/31/2002
84. The Glory 3/19/2003
85. Aspens 1/3/2003
86. But These Things Also 4/7/2010
87. The Dark Forest 1/3/2003
88. The Owl 12/31/2002
89. Beauty 12/31/2002
90. A Cat 1/3/2003
91. Words 1/3/2003
92. The Cherry Trees 12/31/2002
93. Like The Touch Of Rain 1/3/2003
94. Adlestrop 12/31/2002
95. Rain 12/31/2002

Comments about Edward Thomas

  • Charlotte Calendar (3/31/2020 5:58:00 AM)

    Can not see the poem rubbish website says my daughter

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  • 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.

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

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

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Best Poem of Edward Thomas

Like The Touch Of Rain

Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.

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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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