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The Glory

Rating: 2.8

The glory of the beauty of the morning, -
The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;
The blackbird that has found it, and the dove
That tempts me on to something sweeter than love;
White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;
The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy
Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart: -
The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning
All I can ever do, all I can be,
Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue,

The happiness I fancy fit to dwell
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Ali Hall 13 April 2006

“The Glory”, one of Edward Thomas’ most complex poems, is a work of paradoxical genius. Thomas finds himself confronted with “The glory of the beauty of the morning”, and, as he vainly attempts to describe the beauty of the situation that faces him, he is overwhelmed by his own inadequacy as a poet. The paradox of the poem though, is that in describing his own failings as a poet, because he has done so with such consummate literary skill, Thomas has actually confirmed to the reader his status as a poet with great talent and ability

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