The Lane (Edward Thomas Poems)
Some day, I think, there will be people enoughIn Froxfield to pick all the blackberriesOut of the hedges of Green ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enoughIn Froxfield to pick all the blackberriesOut of the hedges of Green ...
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, ...
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And ...
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
Hand-picked, small blackberries each one fully-ripe, cool in the take-out coffee cup, sitting in the dark fridge. Open and inviting, ...
A clutch of blackberries tempting to the eye calling for the picking, before the birds get their fill so bright, ...
I was picking blackberries when I thought of the strange girl at the mental hospital. Beautiful she was - quietly ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
1 SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest; I withdraw from the still woods I loved; I will ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges ...
What's the railroad to me? I never go to see Where it ends. It fills a few hollows, And makes ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover. Another how to slip my hand under her ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a ...
So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the ...
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