“No one cares less than I” [Bugle Call]

By Edward Thomas 1878–1917 Edward Thomas
“No one cares less than I,
Nobody knows but God,
Whether I am destined to lie
Under a foreign clod,”
Were the words I made to the bugle call in the morning.
 
But laughing, storming, scorning,
Only the bugles know
What the bugles say in the morning,
And they do not care, when they blow
The call that I heard and made words to early this morning.

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Poet Edward Thomas 1878–1917

POET’S REGION England

Subjects Religion, Faith & Doubt, Arts & Sciences, Music, Social Commentaries, War & Conflict

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 Edward  Thomas

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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 Religion, Faith & Doubt, Arts & Sciences, Music, Social Commentaries, War & Conflict

POET’S REGION England

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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