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Edward Thomas, read by James Fenton
Edward Thomas wrote all his poetry in less than three years, between 1914, when he wrote his...
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.
Over the years I’ve become increasingly interested in the lyrical nature of poetry. I find that the more I’ve taken in...