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With a poor man of any sort, down to a king,
Standing upright out in the air
Wondering where he shall journey, O where?”
Edward Thomas (1917)
#photography #signpost #Crail #sign #PotD #poetry #poem #EdwardThomas #direction #journey #choice #silhouette
With a poor man of any sort, down to a king,
Standing upright out in the air
Wondering where he shall journey, O where?”
Edward Thomas (1917)
#photography #signpost #Crail #sign #PotD #poetry #poem #EdwardThomas #direction #journey #choice #silhouette
"Yes. I remember Adlestrop
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat, the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June."
May the blackbird - and all the birds wherever you are - sing for you today 🐦⬛🎶
#adlestrop #poetry #edwardthomas
"Yes. I remember Adlestrop
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat, the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June."
May the blackbird - and all the birds wherever you are - sing for you today 🐦⬛🎶
#adlestrop #poetry #edwardthomas
Tono & Lims Flight of the Bumblebee
Twsbi diamond mini AL
Sorry the poem isn't really readable here, just wanted to show this super cool ink! Its yellow with a black "shimmer", and settles out fast!
#poem #edwardthomas #fountainpensandink #fountainpensaustralia
Tono & Lims Flight of the Bumblebee
Twsbi diamond mini AL
Sorry the poem isn't really readable here, just wanted to show this super cool ink! Its yellow with a black "shimmer", and settles out fast!
#poem #edwardthomas #fountainpensandink #fountainpensaustralia
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
#Poetry: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edward...
✒ Poet #EdwardThomas was #BOTD 3 March 1878. #Literature
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
#Poetry: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edward...
✒ Poet #EdwardThomas was #BOTD 3 March 1878. #Literature
my eyes meet yours that mean
with your cheeks and hair something more wise
more dark, and far different
I know your lust
Is love...📖
Edward Thomas 🏴🏴
fallece #09Abril 1917🙏🏻
#FelizMiércoles
#EdwardThomas #Poetry
#OtrebordmXCultura
my eyes meet yours that mean
with your cheeks and hair something more wise
more dark, and far different
I know your lust
Is love...📖
Edward Thomas 🏴🏴
fallece #09Abril 1917🙏🏻
#FelizMiércoles
#EdwardThomas #Poetry
#OtrebordmXCultura
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
- Rain, #EdwardThomas (1916) #poetry
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
- Rain, #EdwardThomas (1916) #poetry
We cannot other than an aspen be
That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves,
Or so men think who like a different tree.
#EdwardThomas (1916) #poetry #poem
We cannot other than an aspen be
That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves,
Or so men think who like a different tree.
#EdwardThomas (1916) #poetry #poem
"and I rose up, and knew that I was tired, and continued my journey"
#edwardthomas 🌲🌳🍃
Libro nuevo de #volcanoeditorial que me regalaron (me conocen bien)🍀 y Kae Tempest + pajaritos del árbol vecino🐦🎶
"and I rose up, and knew that I was tired, and continued my journey"
#edwardthomas 🌲🌳🍃
Libro nuevo de #volcanoeditorial que me regalaron (me conocen bien)🍀 y Kae Tempest + pajaritos del árbol vecino🐦🎶
open.spotify.com/episode/4jnH...
open.spotify.com/episode/4jnH...
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
#EdwardThomas (1914) #poetry #poem
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
#EdwardThomas (1914) #poetry #poem
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose."
#EdwardThomas (1917) #poetry #poem
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose."
#EdwardThomas (1917) #poetry #poem