Edward Thomas

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

But These Things Also - Poem by Edward Thomas

But these things also are Spring's -
On banks by the roadside the grass
Long-dead that is greyer now
Than all the Winter it was;

The shell of a little snail bleached
In the grass; chip of flint, and mite
Of chalk; and the small birds' dung
In splashes of purest white:

All the white things a man mistakes
For earliest violets
Who seeks through Winter's ruins
Something to pay Winter's debts,

While the North blows, and starling flocks
By chattering on and on
Keep their spirits up in the mist,
And Spring's here, Winter's not gone.


Comments about But These Things Also by Edward Thomas

  • Rookie - 0 Points John Corea (1/12/2015 8:21:00 PM)

    Reads much like a Frost poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points John Corea (1/12/2015 8:20:00 PM)

    Reads much like a Frost poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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