Collected Poems
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"A clearer and tenderer reflection can be found no other where than in these poems."
Writes Walter de la Mare in the preface.
This book is an expression of feelings and thoughts every reader can relate to. Thomas' poetry is clear of sophisticated language and intricate metaphors, it's the most candid form of art, he wrote
Edward Thomas
Edward Thomas was born near Uxbridge in 1943 and grew up mainly in Hackney, east London in the 1950s. His teaching career took him to cental Africa and the Middle East. Early retirement from the profession enabled him to concentrate on writing. Along with authorship of half a dozen books, he has contributed regular columns to several journals.
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Collected Poems - Edward Thomas
COLLECTED
POEMS
BY
EDWARD THOMAS
Published by Left of Brain Books
Copyright © 2021 Left of Brain Books
ISBN 978-1-396-31887-0
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Table of Contents
Foreword
The Trumpet
The Sign-Post
Tears
Two Pewits
The Manor Farm
The Owl
Swedes
Will You Come?
As the Team’s Head-Brass
Thaw
Interval
Like the Touch of Rain
The Path
The Combe
If I Should Ever by Chance
What Shall I Give?
If I Were to Own
And You, Helen
When First
Head and Bottle
After You Speak
Sowing
When We Two Walked
In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)
Fifty Faggots
Women He Liked
Early One Morning
The Cherry Trees
It Rains
The Huxter
A Gentleman
The Bridge
Lob
Bright Clouds
The Clouds That Are so Light
Some Syes Condemn
May 23
The Glory
Melancholy
Adlestrop
The Green Roads
The Mill-Pond
It Was Upon
Tall Nettles
Haymaking
How at Once
Gone, Gone Again
The Sun Used to Shine
October
The Long Small Room
Liberty
November
The Sheiling
The Gallows
Birds’ Nests
Rain
Home
There’s Nothing Like The Sun
When He Should Laugh
An Old Song
The Penny Whistle
Lights Out
Coch-Crow
Words
Up in the Wind
I Never Saw That Land Before
The Dark Forest
Celandine
The Ash Grove
Old Man
The Thrush
I 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?
To-Night
A Cat
The Unknown
Song
She Dotes
For These
March the Third
The New House
March
The Cuckoo
Over The Hills
Home
The Hollow Wood
Wind and Mist
The Unknown Bird
The Lofty Shy
After Rain
Digging
But These Things Also
April
The Barn
The Barn and the Down
The Child on the Cliffs
Good-Night
The Wasp Trap
July
A Tale
Parting
Lovers
That Girl’s Clear Eyes
The Child in the Orchard
The Source
The Mountain Chapel
First Known When Lost
The Word
These Things That Poets Said
Home
Aspens
An Old Song
There Was a Time
Ambition
No One Cares Less Than I
Roads
This is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong
The Chalk-Pit
Health
Beauty
Snow
The New Year
The Brook
The Other
House and Man
The Gypsy
Man and Dog
A Private
Out in the Dark
Foreword
All that Edward Thomas was as a friend lies half-concealed in his poems. He wrote many books. A few of them—Light and Twilight,
The Happy-Go-Lucky Morgans,
the Richard Jefferies,
for instance—were of his own choice, after his own heart. Many of the others were in the nature of obligations thrust upon him. For to be able not to write for a living, but in happy obedience to the life within, it is necessary to gain a livelihood.
Edward Thomas’s independence, his fine sense of literature, his love of truth, his delicate yet vigorous intuition are never absent even in his merest journey-work. Yet there cannot but be a vital difference in the thing done solely for its own sake. He toiled on, Happy sometimes, sometimes suffering a heavy body and a heavy heart
under the grimmest disciplinarian a man can have—himself.
Nevertheless his rarer faculties were obviously not such as can please a wide public; nor was he possessed of some of the admirable faculties that can and do. He was not a born story-teller; nor that chameleonic creature, a dramatist. He had little invention or fantasy. He detested mere cleverness and compromise was alien to his nature. He could delight in a poor man of any sort down to a king
; but the range is obviously exclusive and graduated. He was not therefore possessed of the happy and dangerous facility or inspiration of being all things to all men. Faithful and solitary lover of the lovely that is not beloved by most of us at much expense, he could not, then, as have other men of genius and talent, at once woo fame and win fortune. Personality indeed may be the profoundest incentive of a man’s life; and compared with a true artist’s conscience, Tamerlane is tender-hearted.
A man, too, may be an artist—though not a great artist—at a rather severe cost to his humanity. Edward Thomas’s desire as an artist was to express the truth about himself and his reality. It is far less art in a sense that is the target of his poems than life, emancipation, self-possession, and the self-sacrifice which is the truest realisation. Late in his life, when he seems almost to have given up hope of it, came to him this sudden creative impulse, the incentive of a new form into which he could pour his thoughts, feelings and experience with ease and freedom and delight. Utterly unforeseen also may have been the discovery that he was born to live and die a soldier. Yet in those last years, however desperate at times the distaste and disquiet, however sharp the sacrifice, he found an unusual serenity and satisfaction. His comradeship, his humour blossomed over. He plunged back from books into life, and wrote only for sheer joy in writing. To read The Trumpet,
Tears,
or This is no Case of Petty Right or Wrong,
is to realise the brave spirit that compelled him to fling away the safety which without the least loss of honour he might have accepted, and to go back to his men, and his guns, and death. These poems show, too, that he was doubly homesick, for this and for another world, no less clearly than they show how intense a happiness was the fruition of his livelong h0pe and desire to prove himself a poet. On the one side his Words
:
Out of us all
That make rhymes,
Will you choose
Sometimes—
As the winds use
A crack in a wall
Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain
To whistle through—
Choose me,
You English words?
I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer
Make me content
With some sweetness
From Wales
Whose nightingales
Have no wings—
From Wiltshire and Kent
And Herefordshire,
And the villages there—
From the names, and the things
No less.
Let me sometimes dance
With you,
Or climb
Or stand perchance
In ecstasy,
Fixed and free
In a rhyme,
As poets do.
And on the other side, one of the loveliest and most form of all his poems, Lights Out
:
I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose…
Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends,
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble…
This intensity of solitude, this impassioned, almost trancelike, delight in things natural, simple, short-lived and happy-seeming,
lovely of motion, shape and hue,
is expressed—even when the clouds of melancholy and of self-distrust lour darkest—on every page of this book. A light shines in it, like that of cowslips wet with the dew of their birth.
If one word could tell of his all, that word would be England. The Manor Farm,
"The