“Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“I lay awake listening to the rain, and at first it was as pleasant to my ear and my mind as it had long been desired; but before I fell asleep it had become a majestic and finally a terrible… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
A merely great intellect can produce prose, but not poetry, not one line. — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter. — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
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… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding-sheet and her… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“If he [Pound] is not careful he will take to meaning what he says instead of saying what he means.” — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“Tall Nettles Tall nettles cover up, as they have done These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough Long worn out, and the roller… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“You English words? I know you: You are light as dreams, Tough as oak, Precious as gold, As poppies and corn, Or an old… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors Many a frozen night, and merrily Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores: "At… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
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. — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,Sniff them and think and sniff again and tryOnce more to think what it is I am remembering,Always… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image