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Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)


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I built myself a house of glass:
It took my years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas!
Would God someone would break it.

But it looks too magnificent.
No neighbour casts a stone
From where he dwells, in tenement
Or palace of glass, alone. 



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


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