Poems (Edward Thomas, 1917)
Do I remember Adlestrop? This was one of my A-Level set texts. Now, in hindsight, it seems absolutely crazy that I sat down and read these and worse wrote essays and even worse essays with opinions when I knew nothing of his context as a poet, of his work as a literary editor or of his friendship with Robert Frost some similarities between their verse hovers on the edge of my consciousness view spoiler [and how easy it is to forget what span Do I remember Adlestrop? Now, in hindsight, it seems absolutely crazy that I sat down and read these and worse wrote essays and even worse essays with opinions when I knew nothing of his context as a poet, of his work as a literary editor or of his friendship with Robert Frost some similarities between their verse hovers on the edge of my consciousness view spoiler [and how easy it is to forget what span of time Frost's life encompassed, from the first world war to President Kennedy's inauguration hide spoiler ].
The Road Not Taken was apparently inspired by a woodland walk the two of them took together involving a quarrel with a gamekeeper, this walk and the conversation the two men had, it has been suggested, lead eventually to Thomas' decision to join the British army which in turn lead to his death at the front during WWI. Still it says something about us that we ask students to write about these things and value them when they give the appearance of having a suitable knowledge of the author and their context, beyond what they might reasonably had, even if they had been reading The Children's Book.
There is though pleasure in these things when pieces fall into place over time, and the whole makes a new kind of sense, even when one sits on a train in a country station on one occasion for longer than expected. Reading Selected Poems and Prose brought me back to his poetry and I notice how grim his tone mostly is, he thinks he sees snowbells in one poem but then realises what he sees are the sun bleached shells of dead snails, there are some nice poems about what he would like to bequeath himhis daughters and wife then I think, hang on such gifts are generally made in the context of one's own death!
Lyrical poems deal with abandoned farm buildings and felled trees leaving one with a taste of decay and loss. There is isolation and alienation in the midst of nature, the thought that one may remember a moment as pleasant with it the suggestion that he does not experience it as happy. Motion I felt gave him some relief from his own unquiet mind but not enough, maybe cycling was the pastime that might have suited him better or like some of his contemporaries paganism or homosexuality, because his life as he lived it did not seem to have suited him too well.
He has a delightfully keen eye but I don't recommend him for those in search of joy or peace outside the grave. View all 4 comments. I found this a fascinating collection and insight into the genesis, craft, development and the mind of an author.
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Thomas seemingly began as a literary reviewer and critic, progressing to write books on commission and then prose and eventually verse often revisiting works of prose to form the basis of verse. Thomas suffered from, was diagnosed with and treated for depression and indeed did make prepa I found this a fascinating collection and insight into the genesis, craft, development and the mind of an author. Thomas suffered from, was diagnosed with and treated for depression and indeed did make preparations to end his life on at least two separate occasions.
Death seems to be never too far away in many of the themes explored in his poems. Indeed his decision to enlist to fight in the Great War appears to have been motivated be his overwhelming desire to protect the English land and countryside. The poetry that stands out the most from this collection for me as follows: The Other Snow Lob In Memoriam Easter The Bridge I built myself a house of glass Words As the teams head brass No one cares less than I The sun used to shine The Gallows Gone gone again Of the stronger earlier writings: Insomnia and Rain — the latter being a very powerful meditation on depression written whilst Thomas was suffering from it at the time.
The final pages of which include the draft of a poem.
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As with other poets of the Great War and beyond the obvious personal and human tragedy, is the loss of all the great literary works that would undoubtedly have otherwise been produced. Thomas's poetry so beautifully encapsulates what England means to him, but also questions deeper concerns of belonging and nationality. Thomas felt torn between London, where his work and writing circles were based, and the English countryside that he commemorates in his writing. Yet Thomas's Welsh heritage led him to doubt whether he could truly be "English".
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I've never found a poet that has better expressed my views of the English countryside, nor one that can depict the complex feelings and emotions I've felt in the past. Probably the greatest English nature poet after Wordsworth. Also one of the exceptionally talented war poets Owen, Rosenberg, Gurney, Thomas are the finest in my opinion. Except it doesn't read like war poetry because it's so deeply bound up with Thomas's love of English landscapes - the soil, the wind, rivers, coombes, his countrymen the birds not the jingoists whom he despised - that it's also nature poetry.
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Then that recurrent phrase "the dead", and that hovering sense behind the intense Probably the greatest English nature poet after Wordsworth. Then that recurrent phrase "the dead", and that hovering sense behind the intense images of permanence, that there's a constant threat of dissolution.
Since ET wrote all poems in an extraordinary 26 months at the end of his 39 year life, this judicious selection also includes some of his finest prose from his many years as a journalist and writer, and then extracts from the stubbornly affecting war diary. Matthew Hollis has done a superb job so that it feels more intimate and personal than most poetry selections.
Oct 26, Lauren rated it really liked it. I throughly enjoyed this collection of poetry. I definitely recommed this collection of poetry to anyone who enjoys poetry or has a love of it. This is the audiobook version of Edward Thomas poetical works. Barnaby Edwards does a good job with the reading. The jarring in a constructive way thing about this collection is that the majority of it is his 17 year old writings in the countryside, up to his fully-formed adult poetry. And then he reluctantly enlisted towards the end of the war, stuck in terrible, cold conditions and promptly blown up.
His war diary towards the end feels so incongruous next to his poetry from before, and that is what is so important about it. His poems rarely resolve; they avoid convenience, mistrust rhetoric and ostentation, and have the effect of lingering on the senses as a scent does or a thought on its way towards completion. He chose the phrase rather than the foot as his unit of composition, and would frequently break his rhythm inventively across his line-endings in ways that conjured the effect of a perpetually forming moment.
I found his poems something of a Clare modernized, and similar in effect to Frost. Three poems really stood out to me as my favorites within this collection. Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No man, woman, or child, alive could please Me now. But, though I am like a river At fall of evening while it seems that never Has the sun lighted it or warmed it, while Cross breezes cut the surface to a file, This heart, some fraction of me, happily Floats through the window even now to a tree Down in the misting, dim-lit, quiet vale, Not like a pewit that returns to wail For something it has lost, but like a dove That slants unswerving to its home and love.
There I find my rest, as though the dusk air Flies what yet lives in me: Beauty is there. It was not more than a hedge overgrown. Now the soil was bare as a bone, And black betwixt two meadows green, Though fresh-cut faggot ends Of hazel made some amends With a gleam as if flowers they had been.
Strange it could have hidden so near! But now, alas, Would God someone would break it. But it looks too magnificent.
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No neighbor casts a stone From where he dwells, in tenement Or palace of glass, alone. See my other reviews here! My absolute favourite poet; Hollis' selection certainly did not disappoint! A great many of my favourites featured, as well as many I had never read before.
d2.june.dns05.com/la-evaluacin-sin-exmenes-educar-n-30.php The selection showcased Thomas' nature poetry in an accessible manner, which I greatly appreciated. I also enjoyed the diary entries from Thomas' brief time in the war, as well as the extensive notes on individual poems. My favourite has to be "Rain", a deeply melancholic look on the emotional effects of World War One on the soldiers-in-trai My absolute favourite poet; Hollis' selection certainly did not disappoint! My favourite has to be "Rain", a deeply melancholic look on the emotional effects of World War One on the soldiers-in-training.
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Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into solitude. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved Is dying tonight or lying still awake Solitary, listening to the rain, Either in pain or thus in sympathy Helpless among the living and the dead, Like a cold water among broken reeds, Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, Like me who have no love which this wild rain Has not dissolved except the love of death, If love it be towards what is perfect and Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
A wonderful collection. I would urge everyone to read Thomas' work as he truly was a master poet. Review - I read this when I was in high school as part of a module on War Literature, but what really brought it home to me was a trip to northern France and Belgium on a tour of war sites i.
Menin Gate, Thiepval, etc. There is no better way to get a sense of the barbarity, loss and incredible strength in the First World War than by reading these poems in one of the places where men sacrificed themselves or are buried underfoot. Have enjoyed this volume of poems from one of the "war poets"- although none of his poems were ever written from the trenches. He died in France in after just 3 months at the Front. His poems are filled with lots of countryside imagery and wonderful observations of nature and country people.
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