Edward Thomas

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

Edward Thomas Poems

61. How at Once 4/7/2010
62. House and Man 4/7/2010
63. Home 3 4/7/2010
64. Home 2 4/7/2010
65. Home 1 4/7/2010
66. Health 4/7/2010
67. Head and Bottle 4/7/2010
68. Haymaking 4/7/2010
69. Good-Night 4/7/2010
70. Gone, Gone Again 4/7/2010
71. For These 4/7/2010
72. First Known when Lost 4/7/2010
73. Fifty Faggots 4/7/2010
74. Early One Morning 4/7/2010
75. Digging 2 4/7/2010
76. Digging 4/7/2010
77. Cock-Crow 12/31/2002
78. Celandine 12/31/2002
79. But These Things Also 4/7/2010
80. Bob's Lane 12/31/2002

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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