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 : :”

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