#the poems of edward thomas

[derangedrhythms]

Edward Thomas, The Poems of Edward Thomas; from 'The Unknown'

[loganslowdown4]

Sanderstober 2024 Day 5!

I can’t art but I can do a writing prompt!

October 5: This one’s a play off a prompt from last year AND it’s a writing prompt! Take any famous character from a horror film, and create a nursery rhyme about them. You can make it completely innocent, or, like many nursery rhymes, remain dark but disguised in pretty language.

I did the 5 friends from The Cabin In The Woods movie and wrote it in the style of Edward Gorey’s macabre nursery rhymes—

That- that still counts right? 😅

Hope to do more writing prompts if any come up! 😁-Erin (aka earlgreymylove)

@thatsthat24

[vixvigil]

incredible start

[randomrichards]

CONCLAVE:

Secrets are revealed

During votes for a new Pope

Testing a man’s faith

[vulpineknave]

realest guy who ever lived

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 25 October 2024

The Lane BY EDWARD THOMAS

Some day, I think, there will be people enough

In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries

Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight

Broad lane where now September hides herself

In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse.

Today, where yesterday a hundred sheep

Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway

Of waters that no vessel ever sailed ...

It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries

His song. For heat it is like summer too.

This might be winter’s quiet. While the glint

Of hollies dark in the swollen hedges lasts—

One mile—and those bells ring, little I know

Or heed if time be still the same, until

The lane ends and once more all is the same.

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Yes. I remember Adlestrop—

The name, because one afternoon

Of heat the express-train drew up there

Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.

No one left and no one came

On the bare platform. What I saw

Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

No whit less still and lonely fair

Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang

Close by, and round him, mistier,

Farther and farther, all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Adlestrop by Edward Thomas

[peaceofheartt]

Adlestrop, Edward Thomas

[bwthornton]

#Poetry #poetrylovers #poetrytwitter And You, Helen by Edward Thomas

[richardanarchist]

The green roads

The green roads that end in the forest Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,

Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest To show his track. But he has never come back.

Down each green road a cottage looks at the forest. Round one the nettle towers; two are bathed in flowers.

An old man along the green road to the forest Strays from one, from another a child alone.

In the thicket bordering the forest, All day long a thrush twiddles his song.

It is old, but the trees are young in the forest, All but one like a castle keep, in the middle deep.

That oak saw the ages pass in the forest: They were a host, but their memories are lost,

For the tree is dead: all things forget the forest Excepting perhaps me, when now I see

The old man, the child, the goose feathers at the edge of the forest, And hear all day long the thrush repeat his song.

Edward Thomas

[caedmonofwhitby]

[a-chilleus]

All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy, and the shop, The aspens at the cross-roads talk together Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top. Out of the blacksmith's cavern comes the ringing Of hammer, shoe, and anvil; out of the inn The clink, the hum, the roar, the random singing— The sounds that for these fifty years have been. The whisper of the aspens is not drowned, And over lightless pane and footless road, Empty as sky, with every other sound Not ceasing, calls their ghosts from their abode, A silent smithy, a silent inn, nor fails In the bare moonlight or the thick-furred gloom, In tempest or the night of nightingales, To turn the cross-roads to a ghostly room. And it would be the same were no house near. Over all sorts of weather, men, and times, Aspens must shake their leaves and men may hear But need not listen, more than to my rhymes. Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves We cannot other than an aspen be That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves, Or so men think who like a different tree.

Edward Thomas, 'Aspens'

[martyncrucefix]

My Three Desert Island Poems

As mentioned in a post earlier in June, I spent a few days around that time trying to choose just 3 poems that I might take with me to a speculative desert island. I was asked to do this by The Friday Poem website and they have now posted the results of my labours. In the end I chose work by Coleridge, Edward Thomas and Rainer Maria Rilke. Of course, the latter has been on my mind a great deal…

[thetardycreative]

Poem prompt for you

I wrote a poem about a friend I miss and regret saying goodbye to, although it was necessary unfortunately, it is something that will always haunt me to this day and I won’t change what I did despite the regrets. I haven’t spoken to this friend for nearly two years The poem I wrote was called “The Raven’s Wolf sister”. The raven’s wolf sister It was written with a certain principle in mind,…

[c-hawner]

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, ​In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)

[bruhstation]

@juniebugsss thank you junie. I still have not read the iliad yet because I'm stuck with the odyssey but I hope this messy comically-inaccurate 11 pm pictures will suffice

i realise something

casa tidmouth bwba is like the odyssey where thomas, like odysseus, wants to go home but is ping ponged around the world. But instead of losing crewmembers he gains some (ace and nia). Does this make sense

funny you said that junie XD I've had homer's two epics in my reading list for quite some time now! the format of them being poems are a bit challenging for me to process the stories but I managed to get through goethe's faust so I'll just have to believe in myself

and of course!!! of course it does make sense!!! >:] now that you've mentioned it, odysseus and cstm thomas has quite a lot of similarities, from their ever-struggling journey to how they "lost" their people one by one (though like you mentioned thomas does gain new allies). both odysseus and thomas have their respective gods following them (calypso and lady respectively) especially when the fact that there are so many ancient greek myth and legends in the odyssey and how cstm has this reoccuring urban fantasy themes to it...

does this mean that act 1 is "the illiad" while act 2 is "the odyssey"? :0 the illiad focuses on the trojan war (similar to how busy act 1 of cstm is with its worldbuilding and setups to thomas' prime and downfall), while the odyssey is about odysseus' journey way home (similar to how act 2 is more mellow and thomas trying to fix things/pick himself back up while getting thrown all over the place)... oh I gotta pick up the odyssey again!!! then the illiad!!!

now I can just imagine thomas confronting diesel 10 for the umpteenth time and solemnly saying "my name is nobody... nobody I am called by my coworker, coworker, and by all my coworkers..."