Edward Thomas
Edward Thomas
British war-era poet, essayist, and literary critic of Welsh heritage. His essay collections include The Heart of England and Light and Twilight; his poetry collections include Six Poems and Last Poems.
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 March 1878
loved scent survives
The fairest things have fleetest end,/ Their scent survives their close:/ But the rose's scent is bitterness/ To him that loved the rose!
borders forest sleep
I have come to the borders of sleep,/ The unfathomable deep/ Forest where all must lose/ Their way.
nice hate able
How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.
years glasses house
I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it.
names june afternoon
Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.
nature dirty men
November’s days are thirty: November’s earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud.
song dark autumn
To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field; Odours that rise When the spade wounds the root of tree, Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, Rhubarb or celery; The smoke's smell, too, Flowing from where a bonfire burns The dead, the waste, the dangerous, And all to sweetness turns. It is enough To smell, to crumble the dark earth, While the robin sings over again Sad songs of Autumn mirth." - A poem called DIGGING.
feed flush kids pool trying water
We feed the kids first. We use the pool water to flush the toilets, ... We are just trying to make things livable.