Edward Thomas

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

Poems of Edward Thomas

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

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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