A merely great intellect can produce prose, but not poetry, not one line. Edward Thomas More Quotes by Edward Thomas More Quotes From Edward Thomas The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence. Edward Thomas love relationship life To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field; Odours that rise When the spade wounds the root of tree, Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, Rhubarb or celery; The smoke's smell, too, Flowing from where a bonfire burns The dead, the waste, the dangerous, And all to sweetness turns. It is enough To smell, to crumble the dark earth, While the robin sings over again Sad songs of Autumn mirth." - A poem called DIGGING. Edward Thomas autumn dark song How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over. Edward Thomas nice hate would-be If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter. Edward Thomas daughter chance rose Making war or rebellion is messy, like eating soup off a knife. Edward Thomas knives soup war As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower. Edward Thomas dust flower losing Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed Edward Thomas land flower winter Some Englishmen, of whom Kitchener was chief, believed that a rebellion of Arabs against Turks would enable England, while fighting Germany, simultaneously to defeat Turkey. Their knowledge of the nature and power and country of the Arabic-speaking peoples made them think that the issue of such a rebellion would be happy: and indicated its character and method. So they allowed it to begin. Edward Thomas fighting character country Novembers days are thirty: Novembers earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud. Edward Thomas nature men dirty I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it. Edward Thomas glasses house years I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding-sheet and her worms to fill in the grave, and her grass to cover it pitifully up, adding flowers - as an unknown hand added them to the grave of Nero. Edward Thomas flower hands thinking I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,Sniff them and think and sniff again and tryOnce more to think what it is I am remembering,Always in vain. I cannot like the scent,Yet I would rather give up others more sweet,With no meaning, than this bitter one. Edward Thomas giving-up sweet thinking The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again. Edward Thomas easter flower home Verse is the natural speech of men, as singing is of birds'The Week's Survey, 18 June 1904 Edward Thomas june bird men Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. Edward Thomas afternoon june names The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet. Edward Thomas
