Beauty Poem by Edward Thomas


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WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease,
No man, woman, or child alive could please
Me now. And yet I almost dare to laugh
Because I sit and frame an epitaph-
'Here lies all that no one loved of him
And that loved no one.' Then in a trice that whim
Has wearied. But, though I am like a river
At fall of evening when it seems that never
Has the sun lighted it or warmed it, while
Cross breezes cut the surface to a file,
This heart, some fraction of me, hapily
Floats through a window even now to a tree
Down in the misting, dim-lit, quiet vale;
Not like a pewit that returns to wail
For something it has lost, but like a dove
That slants unanswering to its home and love.
There I find my rest, and through the dusk air
Flies what yet lives in me. Beauty is there

Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
Charlie Annalls 21 July 2013

Truly a man who knows what it means......

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Sohini Sengupta 03 May 2012

Here lies all that no one loved of him And that loved no one. splendor of words threaded into magic.. these linger in your mind for a long time

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Zoe zanzan 17 October 2021

Boring and not helping

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Iftekhar Ifti 20 February 2019

It’s a nave narrative poem

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Jiten Paul 27 January 2018

Very nice poem by Edward Thomas.

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Shahin Latif 16 October 2015

Nice poem. I enjoyed to read. Thank a lot.

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Crystal Pierce 31 March 2015

Beautiful poem! Amazing

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Edward Thomas

Edward Thomas

London / England
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