A merely great intellect can produce prose, but not poetry, not one line. — Edward Thomas Intellect 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… — Edward Thomas Chance 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;… — Edward Thomas Autumn 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… — Edward Thomas Flower 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… — 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… — Edward Thomas Dreams 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… — Edward Thomas Able 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… — Edward Thomas Cold water 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 Afternoon 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… — Edward Thomas Delicate 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… — Edward Thomas Death 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… — Edward Thomas Alas Copy Share Image
Making war or rebellion is messy, like eating soup off a knife. — Edward Thomas Eating 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… — Edward Thomas Bitter Copy Share Image
Verse is the natural speech of men, as singing is of birds'The Week's Survey, 18 June 1904 — Edward Thomas Bird Copy Share Image
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness… — Edward Thomas Dust Copy Share Image
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with… — Edward Thomas Easter Copy Share Image
NovemberÂ’s days are thirty: NovemberÂ’s earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are… — Edward Thomas Care Copy Share Image
“and I rose up, and knew that I was tired, and continued my journey” — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
Some Englishmen, of whom Kitchener was chief, believed that a rebellion of Arabs against Turks would enable England, while fighting Germany, simultaneously… — Edward Thomas Character Copy Share Image
“Lights Out" I have come to the borders of sleep, The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way, however straight,… — Edward Thomas Journey 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… — Edward Thomas Alone in the dark Copy Share Image
