Thursday, 21 January 2010

Thaw

Thaw

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.

Edward Thomas





I have just really discovered the poet Edward Thomas. I picked up a book of letters by Eleanor Farjeon (letters between him and her) at a book sale a couple of weeks back, and have just started it. I'm now starting to read his poetry. A friend who was round the other day was having a cup of tea, and talk turned to literary matters, and he mentioned Edward Thomas, so I was able to tell him of the book I was reading. This friend lived not far from where the poet lived, so had an added interest. Funnily enough, I'd started reading this book just the night before. I like what I've read so far, so more researchwill be done.
I liked this poem "Thaw" for its spareness and its ability to convey so much in few words.

1 comment:

oddny said...

MI am a huge Eleanor Farjeon fan MrsL, love her Martin Pippin books and her Nursery in the Nineties. I knew about her friendship with Thomas but was not aware of the book of letters, will try to find it on amazon or abebooks.
Thanks for the info. always good to have a new book to trace.