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Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)


Beauty


WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease,
No man, woman, or child alive could please
Me now. And yet I almost dare to laugh
Because I sit and frame an epitaph-
'Here lies all that no one loved of him
And that loved no one.' Then in a trice that whim
Has wearied. But, though I am like a river
At fall of evening when it seems that never
Has the sun lighted it or warmed it, while
Cross breezes cut the surface to a file,
This heart, some fraction of me, hapily
Floats through a window even now to a tree
Down in the misting, dim-lit, quiet vale;
Not like a pewit that returns to wail
For something it has lost, but like a dove
That slants unanswering to its home and love.
There I find my rest, and through the dusk air
Flies what yet lives in me. Beauty is there 



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


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

  • Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Beauty ("LIBERAL Nature did dispence")
  • John Harington (Джон Харингтон) Beauty ("Such colour had her face as when the sun")
  • Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Beauty ("I gazed upon thy face—-and beating life")
  • Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Beauty ("Say not of beauty she is good")
  • Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд) Beauty ("Even as on some black background full of night")

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