Frases de Edward Thomas (poeta)
Edward Thomas (poeta)
Data de nascimento: 3. Março 1878
Data de falecimento: 9. Abril 1917
Philip Edward Thomas, mais conhecido como Edward Thomas , foi um poeta e ensaísta anglo-galês. Ele é comummente considerado um poeta de guerra, apesar de poucos dos seus poemas lidarem diretamente com as suas experiências de guerra. Thomas era já um escritor experiente quando se dedicou à poesia em 1914. Thomas alistou-se no Exército Britânico em 1915 para combater na Primeira Guerra Mundial, e foi morto em combate durante a Batalha de Arras pouco depois de chegar à França.
Citações Edward Thomas (poeta)
„Yes. I remember Adlestrop –
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.“
"Adlestrop", line 1, cited from Collected Poems (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1978) p. 71.
„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.“
"In Memoriam (Easter 1915)", line 1, cited from Collected Poems (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1978) p. 173.
„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.“
The South Country (London: Dent, 1909) pp. 98-99.
„If I should ever by chance grow rich
I'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,
And let them all to my eldest daughter.“
Poem If I Should Ever By Chance http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-should-ever-by-chance/
„I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,
Sniff them and think and sniff again and try
Once more to think what it is I am remembering,
Always in vain. I cannot like the scent,
Yet I would rather give up others more sweet,
With no meaning, than this bitter one.“
Poem Old Man http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-man/
„I built myself a house of glass:
It took me years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas!
Would God someone would break it.“
"I Built Myself a House of Glass", line 1, cited from Collected Poems (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1978) p. 215.