Last Poems - Softcover

Thomas, Edward

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1443761311 ISBN 13: 9781443761314

Verlag: Ragged Hand - Read & Co., 2014

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This vintage book contains a wonderful collection of poems by Edward Thomas. A great addition to any bookshelf, this text is a veritable must-have for fans of Thomas's work, and is not to be missed by the discerning collector of such literature. The poems contained herein include: I Never Saw that Land Before, The Dark Forest, Celandine, The Ash Grove, Old Man, The Thrush, A Built Myself a House of Glass, February Afternoon, Digging, Two Houses, The Mill-Water, A Dream, Sedge-Warblers, Under the Woods, What will They Do?... and more. Philip Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) was an Anglo-Welsh essayist and poet. He is widely considered a war poet, although only a few of his poems are directly concerned with his war experiences. This book is being republished in an affordable, modern edition complete with a new prefatory biography of the author.

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I NEVER saw that land before, And now can never see it again Yet, as if by acquaintance hoar Endeared, by gladness and by pain, Great was the affection that I bore To the valley and the river small, The cattle, the grass, the bare ash trees, The chickens from the farmsteads, all Elm-hidden, and the tributaries Descending at equal interval The blackthorns down along the brook With wounds yellow as crocuses Where yesterday the labourers hook Had sliced them cleanly and the breeze That hinted all and nothing spoke. I neither expected anything Nor yet remembered but some goal I touched then and if I could sing What would not even whisper my spul As I went on my journeying, I should use, as the trees and birds did, A language not to be betrayed And what was hid should still be hid Excepting from those like me made Who answer when such whispers bid. THE DARK FOREST DARK is the forest and deep, and overhead Hang stars like seeds of light In vain, though not since they were sown was bred Anything more bright. And evermore mighty multitudes ride About, nor enter in Of the other multitudes that dwell inside Never yet was one seen. The forest foxgloves purple, the-marguerite Outside is gold and white, Nor can those that pluck either blossom greet The others, day or night of her had saddened me at first, Until I saw the sun on the celandines he Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame, A living thing, not what before I nursed, The shadow I was growing to love almost, The phantom, not the creature with bright eye That I had thought ,never to see, once lost. She found the celandines of February Always before us all. Her nature and name Were like those flowers, and now immediately For a short swift eternity back she came, Beautiful, happy, simply as when she wore Her brightest bloom among the winter hues Of all the world and I was happy too, Seeing the blossoms and the maiden who Had seen them with me Februarys before, Bending to them as in and out she trod And laughed, with locks sweeping the mossy sod. But this was a dream the flowers were not true, Until I stooped to pluck from the grass there One of five petals and I smelt the juice Which made me sigh, remembering she was no more, Gone like a never perfectly recalled air...

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• Verlag: Ragged Hand - Read & Co.
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• ISBN 10: 1443761311
• ISBN 13: 9781443761314
• Einband: Tapa blanda
• Anzahl der Seiten: 114