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"A clearer and tenderer reflection can be found no other where than in these poems." Writes Walter de la Mare in the preface. This book is an expression of feelings and thoughts every reader can relate to. Thomas' poetry is clear of sophisticated language and intricate metaphors, it's the most candid form of art, he wrote what he thought and felt and he did it beautifully. "The intensity of solitude, this impassioned, almost trancelike, delight in things natural, simple, 'short-lived and happy-seeming,' 'lovely of motion, shape and hue,' is expressed- even when the clouds of melancholy and of…mehr

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"A clearer and tenderer reflection can be found no other where than in these poems." Writes Walter de la Mare in the preface. This book is an expression of feelings and thoughts every reader can relate to. Thomas' poetry is clear of sophisticated language and intricate metaphors, it's the most candid form of art, he wrote what he thought and felt and he did it beautifully. "The intensity of solitude, this impassioned, almost trancelike, delight in things natural, simple, 'short-lived and happy-seeming,' 'lovely of motion, shape and hue,' is expressed- even when the clouds of melancholy and of self-distrust lour darkest- on every page of this book." "Thomas have written some of the most remarkable poems in the language. They are of elusive experiences, of moods and thoughts and feelings that are so difficult to clarify they require the simplest of words." Writes Adam Philips in The Guardian. Some of his poems are about his war experiences, some about the countryside of England, and many about the beauty of nature and birds, and his thoughts about everyday-things. British poet Ted Hughes describes Thomas as "the father of us all." And FR Leavis writes that, "He was exquisitely sincere and sensitive, and he succeeded in expressing in poetry a representative modern sensibility." "Yes. I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June." ~Edward Thomas, Adlestrop
Autorenporträt
Philip Edward Thomas was a British author of poetry and prose. He is sometimes referred to as a war poet, despite the fact that few of his poems actually address his wartime experiences. He began composing poetry at the age of 36, although by then he had been a successful critic, historian, nature writer, and travel writer for two decades. He enlisted in the British Army in 1915 to fight in World War I and was killed in action during the Battle of Arras in 1917, shortly after arriving in France. Edward Thomas was the son of Mary Elizabeth Townsend and Philip Henry Thomas, a civil servant, writer, preacher, and local politician. He was born in Lambeth, south London, having previously lived in Surrey. He attended Belleville School, Battersea Grammar School, and St Paul's School, all in London. Thomas's family was predominantly Welsh. Of his six great-grandparents for whom information is available, five were born in Wales and one in Ilfracombe. All four of his grandparents had been born and raised in Wales. His paternal grandparents lived in Tredegar.