Edward Thomas – MADHU MALTI

The Word : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :

The Word : : By Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) There are so many things I have forgot, That once were much to me, or that were not, All lost, as is a childless woman’s child And its child’s children, in the undefiled Abyss of what can never be again. I have forgot, too, namesContinue reading “The Word : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :”

The Thrush : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :

The Thrush : : By Edward Thomas( 1878 – 1917 ) When Winter’s ahead,What can you read in NovemberThat you read in AprilWhen Winter’s dead? I hear the thrush, and I seeHim alone at the end of the laneNear the bare poplar’s tip,Singing continuously. Is it more that you knowThan that, even as in April,SoContinue reading “The Thrush : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :”

The Dark Forest : Edward Thomas : : Darkness Poems : :

The Dark Forest : : By Edward Thomas ( 1878-1917 ) London , England : : : : : : : Dark is the forest and deep, and overheadHang stars like seeds of light 2In vain, though not since they were sown was bredAnything more bright. 4 And evermore mighty multitudes rideAbout, nor enter in;Continue reading “The Dark Forest : Edward Thomas : : Darkness Poems : :”

There’s Nothing Like the Sun : Edward Thomas : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

There’s Nothing Like The Sunby Philip Edward ThomasTHERE’S nothing like the sun as the year dies, 1Kind as it can be, this world being made so, 2To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies, 3To all things that it touches except snow, 4Whether on mountain side or street of town. 5The south wallContinue reading “There’s Nothing Like the Sun : Edward Thomas : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Adlestrop : Edward Thomas : : June Poems : : Months Poems : :

Adlestrop : : by Edward Thomas : : : : Yes, I remember Adlestrop –The name, because one afternoonOf heat the express-train drew up thereUnwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.No one left and no one cameOn the bare platform. What I sawWas Adlestrop – only the name And willows,Continue reading “Adlestrop : Edward Thomas : : June Poems : : Months Poems : :”

All Day It Has Rained : Alun Lewis : : Rain Poems : :

ALL DAY IT HAS RAINED All day it has rained, and we on the edge of the moorsHave sprawled in our bell-tents, moody and dull as boors,Groundsheets and blankets spread on the muddy groundAnd from the first grey wakening we have found No refuge from the skirmishing fine rainAnd the wind that made the canvasContinue reading “All Day It Has Rained : Alun Lewis : : Rain Poems : :”

Rain : Edward Thomas : : Rain Poems : :

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rainOn this bleak hut, and solitude, and meRemembering again that I shall dieAnd neither hear the rain nor give it thanksFor washing me cleaner than I have beenSince I was born into this solitude.Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:But here I pray that none whomContinue reading “Rain : Edward Thomas : : Rain Poems : :”

Adlestrop : Edward Thomas : : Summer Time Classic : :

Yes, I remember Adlestrop –The name, because one afternoonOf heat the express-train drew up thereUnwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.No one left and no one cameOn the bare platform. What I sawWas Adlestrop – only the name And willows, willow-herb, and grass,And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,No whit less stillContinue reading “Adlestrop : Edward Thomas : : Summer Time Classic : :”