Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

41. Rain 12/31/2002
42. Over The Hills 4/7/2010
43. Old Man 3/23/2003
44. October 12/31/2002
45. No One So Much As You 3/16/2003
46. March 1/7/2015
47. Man and Dog 4/7/2010
48. Lovers 4/7/2010
49. Lob 4/7/2010
50. Like the Touch of Rain 1/3/2003
51. Lights Out 12/31/2002
52. Liberty 4/7/2010
53. It Was Upon 4/7/2010
54. Interval 4/7/2010
55. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) 4/7/2010
56. In Memoriam 1/3/2003
57. If I were to Own 4/7/2010
58. If I Should Ever By Chance 12/31/2002
59. I Never Saw that Land Before 4/7/2010
60. I Built Myself a House of Glass 4/7/2010

A Cat

She had a name among the children;
But no one loved though someone owned
Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime
And had her kittens duly drowned.

In Spring, nevertheless, this cat
Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales,
And birds of bright voice and plume and flight,
As well as scraps from neighbours’ pails.

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