Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

1. The Sorrow of True Love  5/4/2015
2. Roads 6/16/2014
3. March 1/7/2015
4. To-Night 4/7/2010
5. I Never Saw That Land Before 4/7/2010
6. Man And Dog 4/7/2010
7. Home 1 4/7/2010
8. Head And Bottle 4/7/2010
9. Interval 4/7/2010
10. House And Man 4/7/2010
11. How At Once 4/7/2010
12. The Huxter 4/7/2010
13. If I Were To Own 4/7/2010
14. Home 3 4/7/2010
15. The Hollow Wood 4/7/2010
16. Two Pewits 4/7/2010
17. I Built Myself A House Of Glass 4/7/2010
18. Home 2 4/7/2010
19. The Child On The Cliffs 4/7/2010
20. The Ash Grove 4/7/2010
21. The Barn And The Down 4/7/2010
22. It Was Upon 4/7/2010
23. Health 4/7/2010
24. The Other 4/7/2010
25. The Barn 4/7/2010
26. The Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
27. Good-Night 4/7/2010
28. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) 4/7/2010
29. Haymaking 4/7/2010
30. The Bridge 4/7/2010
31. The Child In The Orchard 4/7/2010
32. The Combe 4/7/2010
33. Lob 4/7/2010
34. Fifty Faggots 4/7/2010
35. April 4/7/2010
36. Lovers 4/7/2010
37. The Gypsy 4/7/2010
38. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
39. The Chalk-Pit 4/7/2010
40. This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Edward Thomas

Rain

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 ...

Read the full of Rain

The Trumpet

Rise up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night's lovers -

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