Author: Edward Thomas

WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No man, woman, or child alive could please Me now. […]

RUNNING along a bank, a parapet That saves from the precipitous wood below The level road, there is a path. […]

WHEN first I came here I had hope, Hope for I knew not what. Fast beat My heart at the […]

Thinking of her had saddened me at first, Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie Redoubled, and she […]

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors Many a frozen night, and merrily Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, […]

IF I should ever by chance grow rich I’ll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch, Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater, And let […]

DOWNHILL I came, hungry, and yet not starved, Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof Against the north […]

In the gloom of whiteness, In the great silence of snow, A child was sighing And bitterly saying: “Oh, They […]

I have come to the borders of sleep, The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way, however straight, […]

All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the […]