Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

1. Words 1/3/2003
2. When First I Came Here 12/31/2002
3. Unknown 1/3/2003
4. Two Pewits 4/7/2010
5. To-Night 4/7/2010
6. This is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong 4/7/2010
7. The Word 12/31/2002
8. The Trumpet 12/31/2002
9. The Sign-Post 12/31/2002
10. The Path 12/31/2002
11. The Owl 12/31/2002
12. The Other 4/7/2010
13. The New House 12/31/2002
14. The Manor Farm 12/31/2002
15. The Long Small Room 12/31/2002
16. The Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
17. The Lane 1/3/2003
18. The Huxter 4/7/2010
19. The Hollow Wood 4/7/2010
20. The Gypsy 4/7/2010

Celandine

Thinking of her had saddened me at first,
Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie
Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame,
A living thing, not what before I nursed,
The shadow I was growing to love almost,
The phantom, not the creature with bright eye
That I had thought never to see, once lost.

She found the celandines of February

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