Edward Thomas Poems
- Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this...
- Adlestrop Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- The name, because ...
- The Cherry Trees The cherry trees bend over and are ...
- Like The Touch Of Rain Like the touch of rain she was On a ...
- Words Out of us all That make rhymes Will you ...
- Beauty WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No...
- The Glory The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The ...
Phillip Edward Thomas was an Anglo-Welsh writer of prose and poetry. He is commonly considered a war poet, although few of his poems deal directly with his war experiences. Already an accomplished writer, Thomas turned to poetry only in 1914. He enlisted in the army in 1915, and was killed in action during the Battle of Arras in 1917, soon after he arrived in France.
Thomas was born in Lambeth, London. He was educated at Battersea Grammar School, St Paul's School and Lincoln College, Oxford. His family were mostly Welsh. Unusually, he married while still an undergraduate and determined to live his life by the pen. He then worked as a book reviewer, reviewing ... more »
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Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all ...