Home [“Often I had gone this way before”]

By Edward Thomas 1878–1917 Edward Thomas
Often I had gone this way before:
But now it seemed I never could be
And never had been anywhere else;
'Twas home; one nationality
We had, I and the birds that sang,
One memory.
 
They welcomed me. I had come back
That eve somehow from somewhere far:
The April mist, the chill, the calm,
Meant the same thing familiar
And pleasant to us, and strange too,
Yet with no bar.
 
The thrush on the oaktop in the lane
Sang his last song, or last but one;
And as he ended, on the elm
Another had but just begun
His last; they knew no more than I
The day was done.
 
Then past his dark white cottage front
A labourer went along, his tread
Slow, half with weariness, half with ease;
And, through the silence, from his shed
The sound of sawing rounded all
That silence said.

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Poet Edward Thomas 1878–1917

POET’S REGION England

Subjects Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Travels & Journeys, Relationships, Home Life, Nature, Animals

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Such prominent critics and authors as Walter de la Mare, Aldous Huxley, Peter SacksSeamus Heaney, and Edna Longley have called Edward Thomas one of England's most important poets. Since 2000, much serious consideration has been given to Thomas's work. Most critics would agree with Andrew Motion, who states that Thomas occupies "a crucial place in the development of twentieth-century poetry" for introducing a modern . . .

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SUBJECT Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Travels & Journeys, Relationships, Home Life, Nature, Animals

POET’S REGION England

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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