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Слушать(AI)In Memoriam
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts,
Have gathered them and will do never again.
Edward Thomas
Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his
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To-day I Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field;
Celandine
Thinking of her had saddened me at first, Until I saw the sun on the celandines Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame, A living thing, not what before I nursed,
The Glory
The glory of the beauty of the morning, -The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;
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She had a name among the children; But no one loved though someone Her, locked her out of doors at And had her kittens duly drowned