Edward Thomas

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

Quotations

  • ''No one left and no one came
    On the bare platform. What I saw
    Was Adlestrop—only the name—

    And willows, willow-herb, and grass,''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Adlestrop (l. 6-9). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''Everything
    Would have been different. For it would have been
    Another world.' 'Ay, and a better, though
    If we could see all all might seem good.'''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. As the Team's Head-Brass (l. 30-33). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''As the team's head-brass flashed out on the turn
    The lovers disappeared into the wood.''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. As the Team's Head-Brass (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night
    To be cut down by the sharp ax of light—,
    Out of the night, two cocks together crow,
    Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow:''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Cock-Crow (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
  • ''It is enough
    To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
    While the robin sings over again
    Sad songs of Autumn mirth.''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Digging (l. 13-16). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Today I think Only with scents,—scents dead leaves
    yield,''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Digging (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Under the heavens that know not what years be
    The men, the beasts, the trees, the implements
    Uttered even what they will in times far hence—
    All of us gone out of the reach of change—
    Immortal in a picture of an old grange.''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Haymaking (l. 38-42). . . Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Karl Shapiro and Richard Wilbur. (Rev., shorter ed., 1955) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
  • ''After night's thunder far away had rolled
    The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Haymaking (l. 1-2). . . Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Karl Shapiro and Richard Wilbur. (Rev., shorter ed., 1955) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
  • ''Whenever I am sufficiently rich:
    Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
    Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater—
    I shall give them all to my elder daughter.''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. If I Should Ever by Chance (l. 11-14). . . Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Yeats, ed. (1936) Oxford University Press.
  • ''The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
    This Eastertide call into mind the men
    Now far from home,''
    Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.

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Roads

I LOVE roads:
The goddesses that dwell
Far along invisible
Are my favourite gods.

Roads go on
While we forget, and are
Forgotten like a star
That shoots and is gone.

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