Edward Thomas (poet)

Yes. I remember Adlestrop –Unwontedly. It was late June.

— Edward Thomas (poet)

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the woodHave gathered them and will do never again.

— Edward Thomas (poet)

I built myself a house of glass:Would God someone would break it.

— Edward Thomas (poet)

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 (poet)

If I should ever by chance grow richAnd let them all to my eldest daughter.

— Edward Thomas (poet)

I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,With no meaning, than this bitter one.

— Edward Thomas (poet)