Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

41. Interval 4/7/2010
42. It Was Upon 4/7/2010
43. Liberty 4/7/2010
44. Lights Out 12/31/2002
45. Like The Touch Of Rain 1/3/2003
46. Lob 4/7/2010
47. Lovers 4/7/2010
48. Man And Dog 4/7/2010
49. March 1/7/2015
50. No One So Much As You 3/16/2003
51. October 12/31/2002
52. Old Man 3/23/2003
53. Over The Hills 4/7/2010
54. Rain 12/31/2002
55. Roads 6/16/2014
56. Snow 12/31/2002
57. Sowing 12/31/2002
58. Tall Nettles 12/31/2002
59. Thaw 12/31/2002
60. The Ash Grove 4/7/2010
61. The Barn 4/7/2010
62. The Barn And The Down 4/7/2010
63. The Bridge 4/7/2010
64. The Brook 4/7/2010
65. The Chalk-Pit 4/7/2010
66. The Cherry Trees 12/31/2002
67. The Child In The Orchard 4/7/2010
68. The Child On The Cliffs 4/7/2010
69. The Combe 4/7/2010
70. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
71. The Dark Forest 1/3/2003
72. The Gallows 4/7/2010
73. The Glory 3/19/2003
74. The Green Roads 4/7/2010
75. The Gypsy 4/7/2010
76. The Hollow Wood 4/7/2010
77. The Huxter 4/7/2010
78. The Lane 1/3/2003
79. The Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
80. The Long Small Room 12/31/2002
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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