Edward Thomas

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

The Dark Forest - Poem by Edward Thomas

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.

The forest foxglove is purple, the marguerite
Outside is gold and white,
Nor can those that pluck either blossom greet
The others, day or night.

Comments about The Dark Forest by Edward Thomas

  • (2/8/2019 10:22:00 AM)

    Thanks (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • (11/28/2018 9:45:00 PM)

    Thanks (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • (4/9/2006 11:03:00 PM)

    Simply amazing! Two poems that I read bythis poet were lovely!


    6 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
Read all 3 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: purple, dark, light, night, star

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

[Report Error]