Thomas Traherne

(1636 or 1637 – ca. 27 September 1674 / England)

Thomas Traherne Poems

1. The Preparative 4/20/2010
2. The Rapture 4/20/2010
3. The Recovery 4/20/2010
4. Walking 1/3/2003
5. Wonder 1/3/2003
6. Aspiration (Excerpt) 4/20/2010
7. Right Apprehension 4/20/2010
8. Silence (Excerpt) 4/20/2010
9. A Thanksgiving And Prayer For The Nation 4/20/2010
10. The Approach 4/20/2010
11. Joyful Sense And Purity 4/20/2010
12. Desire 4/20/2010
13. The Anticipation 4/20/2010
14. On Leaping Over The Moon 4/20/2010
15. Dumbness 4/20/2010
16. Love 4/20/2010
17. The Salutation 4/20/2010
18. News 1/3/2003
19. A Life Of Sabbaths Here Beneath 1/3/2003
20. In Salem Dwelt A Glorious King 1/3/2003
21. His Power Bounded, Greater Is His Might 1/3/2003
22. An Hymn Upon St. Bartholomew's Day 1/3/2003
23. A Serious And Pathetical Contemplation Of The Mercies Of God 1/3/2003
24. Eden 1/3/2003
25. Shadows In The Water 1/20/2003
26. Sin 1/3/2003
27. Poverty 1/3/2003
28. That Childish Thoughts Such Joys Inspire 1/3/2003
29. Innocence 1/3/2003
30. In Making Bodies Love Could Not Express 1/3/2003
31. The Apostasy 1/3/2003

Comments about Thomas Traherne

  • Rafiqa Darr (5/14/2011 9:14:00 AM)

    I love Thomas Traherne and all his works, not just his poetry but also his prose called Centuries of Meditations. I got the book (Centuries of Meditations) recently and it overwhelmed me completely, it is the best book I have ever read and the best thing I own. If you want to feel good about yourself - read Traherne's works, especially Centuries of Meditations. Does anybody know of the poem called Thanksgivings for the Body and can they post it, so I could read it?

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Best Poem of Thomas Traherne

The Apostasy

One star
Is better far
Than many precious stones;
One sun, which is by its own luster seen,
Is worth ten thousand golden thrones;
A juicy herb, or spire of grass,
In useful virtue, native green,
An em'rald doth surpass,
Hath in 't more value, though less seen.

No wars,
Nor mortal jars,
Nor bloody feuds, nor coin,
Nor griefs which those occasions, saw I then;
Nor wicked thieves which this purloin;
I had not thoughts that were impure;
Esteeming both women and men
God's work, I was secure,
And reckoned peace my choicest gem. ...

Read the full of The Apostasy


As in the house I sate,
Alone and desolate,
No creature but the fire and I,
The chimney and the stool, I lift mine eye
Up to the wall,
And in the silent hall,
Saw nothing mine
But some few cups and dishes shine,
The table and the wooden stools

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