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Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)


March


Now I know that Spring will come again,
Perhaps to-morrow: however late I've patience
After this night following on such a day.

While still my temples ached from the cold burning
Of hail and wind, and still the primroses
Torn by the hail were covered up in it,
The sun filled earth and heaven with a great light
And a tenderness, almost warmth, where the hail dripped,
As if the mighty sun wept tears of joy.
But 'twas too late for warmth. The sunset piled
Mountains on mountains of snow and ice in the west:
Somewhere among their folds the wind was lost,
And yet 'twas cold, and though I knew that Spring
Would come again, I knew it had not come,
That it was lost too in those mountains chill.
What did the thrushes know? Rain, snow, sleet, hail,
Had kept them quiet as the primroses.
They had but an hour to sing. On boughs they sang,
On gates, on ground; they sang while they changed perches
And while they fought, if they remembered to fight:
So earnest were they to pack into that hour
Their unwilling hoard of song before the moon
Grew brighter than the clouds. Then 'twas no time
For singing merely. So they could keep off silence
And night, they cared not what they sang or screamed;
Whether 'twas hoarse or sweet or fierce or soft;
And to me all was sweet: they could do no wrong.

Something they knew- I also, while they sang
And after. Not till night had half its stars
And never a cloud, was I aware of silence
Stained with all that hour's songs, a silence
Saying that Spring returns, perhaps to-morrow. 



Edward Thomas's other poems:
  1. Women He Liked
  2. Bright Clouds
  3. When We Two Walked
  4. It Rains
  5. May 23


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • William Morris (Уильям Моррис) March ("Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?")
  • Thomas Tusser (Томас Тассер) March ("In March sow thy barley, thy land not too cold")
  • William Bryant (Уильям Брайант) March ("The stormy March is come at last")
  • Isabella Crawford (Изабелла Кроуфорд) March ("Shall Thor with his hammer")
  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) March ("This is the tomboy month of all the year")
  • John Payne (Джон Пейн) March ("MARCH comes at last, the labouring lands to free")
  • William Williams (Уильям Уильямс) March ("Winter is long in this climate")

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