#edward thomas

[nobeerreviews]

The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.

-- Edward Thomas

(Portofino, Italy)

[classicthalassic]

in the springtime. [Happy Marriage, R.V. Cassill || Tears, Edward Thomas || April, Caravan Palace || The Smallest Woman in the World, Clarice Lispector || April Come She Will, Simon & Garfunkel || The Chronicle of an Old Rose-Tree, Stratis Myrivilis]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"Thunderstorm" by the Polish artist Józef Chełmoński.

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“Things will happen that will trample and pierce, but I shall go on, something that is here and there like the wind, something unconquerable, something not to be separated from the dark earth and the light sky, a strong citizen of infinity and eternity.”

— Edward Thomas

[mrtheengie]

The Talyllyn Railway running shed. Detail shots of the locomotives.

During my visit, our guides took us off of the train and into the running shed for a short walkthrough tour. By this time, Talyllyn had been put away. Edward Thomas hadn't run that day, and so stood cold but magnificent, wearing works grey, at the back. In the adjoining shed, Sir Haydn had just returned from her visit to the Corris, a visit which saw the Corris' own No. 3 make its way to the Talyllyn for a while.

So, we have represented in this shed, no less than three former builders: Fletcher Jennings, Kerr Stuart, and Hughs. Not pictured is the little Ruston diesel, Midlander. She was off her wheels in the shop.

[juliansummerhayes]

“I lay awake listening to the rain, and at first it was as pleasant to my ear and my mind as it had long been desired; but before I fell asleep it had become a majestic and finally a terrible thing, instead of a sweet sound and symbol. It was accusing and trying me and passing judgment. Long I lay still under the sentence, listening to the rain, and then at last listening to words which seemed to be spoken by a ghostly double beside me. He was muttering: The all-night rain puts out summer like a torch. In the heavy, black rain falling straight from invisible, dark sky to invisible, dark earth the heat of summer is annihilated, the splendour is dead, the summer is gone. The midnight rain buries it away where it has buried all sound but its own. I am alone in the dark still night, and my ear listens to the rain piping in the gutters and roaring softly in the trees of the world. Even so will the rain fall darkly upon the grass over the grave when my ears can hear it no more… The summer is gone, and never can it return. There will never be any summer any more, and I am weary of everything… I am alone. The truth is that the rain falls for ever and I am melting into it. Black and monotonously sounding is the midnight and solitude of the rain. In a little while or in an age – for it is all one – I shall know the full truth of the words I used to love, I knew not why, in my days of nature, in the days before the rain: ‘Blessed are the dead that the rain rains on.” ― Edward Thomas

[tail-feathers]

Edward Thomas - 'October'

[caedmonofwhitby]

Tall Nettles

Tall nettles cover up, as they have done

These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough

Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:

Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.

This corner of the farmyard I like most:

As well as any bloom upon a flower

I like the dust on the nettles, never lost

Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.

by Edward Thomas (1878-1917)

[queer-ragnelle]

Babe wake up another Agravaine solo quest story just dropped and he's a heartbreaking collection of contradictions that feels totally in-character. Bronwyn: A Welsh Idyll by Edward Thomas.