Category Archives: Thomas Edward

The Cherry Trees by Edward Thomas

Posted on December 19, 2014 by Russell Boyle

The cherry trees bend over and are shedding On the old road where all that passed are dead, Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding This early May morn when there is none to wed. Edward Thomas 1878–1917 … Continue reading →

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This is no case of petty right or wrong by Edward Thomas

Posted on August 22, 2014 by Russell Boyle

This is no case of petty right or wrong That politicians or philosophers Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers. Beside my hate for one fat patriot My hatred of the … Continue reading →

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P. H. T. by Edward Thomas

Posted on August 18, 2014 by Russell Boyle

I may come near loving you When you are dead And there is nothing to do And much to be said. To repent that day will be Impossible For you and vain for me The truth to tell. I shall … Continue reading →

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Gone, Gone Again by Edward Thomas

Posted on August 17, 2014 by Russell Boyle

Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, As past the empty quays The rivers flow. And now again, In the harvest rain, The Blenheim oranges Fall grubby … Continue reading →

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Lights Out by Edward Thomas

Posted on August 17, 2014 by Russell Boyle

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. Many a road and track That, since the dawn’s first crack, Up … Continue reading →

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