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Thomas, Edward - ZaunköniG - 14.03.2016 Edward Thomas 1878-1917 Großbritannien SOME EYES CONDEMN SOME eyes condemn the earth they gaze upon : Some wait patiently till they know far more Than earth can tell them : some laugh at the whole As folly of another's making : one I knew that laughed because he saw, from core To rind, not one thing 'worth the laugh his soul Had ready at waking : some eyes have begun With laughing ; some stand startled at the door. Others, too, I have seen rest, question, roll, Dance, shoot. And many I have loved watching. Some I could not take my eyes from till they turned And loving died. I had not found my goal. But thinking of your eyes, dear, I become Dumb : for they flamed, and it was me they burned. RE: Thomas, Edward - ZaunköniG - 14.03.2016 IT WAS UPON IT was upon a July evening. At a stile I stood, looking along a path Over the country by a second Spring Drenched perfect green again. " The lattermath Will be a fine one." So the stranger said, A wandering man. Albeit I stood at rest, Flushed with desire I was. The earth outspread, Like meadows of the future, I possessed. And as an unaccomplished prophecy The stranger's words, after the interval Of a score years, when those fields are by me Never to be recrossed, now I recall, This July eve, and question, wondering, What of the lattermath to this hoar Spring RE: Thomas, Edward - ZaunköniG - 14.03.2016 FEBRUARY AFTERNOON MEN heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with white gulls following the plough So that the first are last until a caw Commands that last are first again, a law Which was of old when one, like me, dreamed how A thousand years might dust lie on his brow Yet thus would birds do between hedge and shaw. Time swims before me, making as a day A thousand years, while the broad ploughland oak Roars mill-like and men strike and bear the stroke Of war as ever, audacious or resigned, And God still sits aloft in the array That we have wrought him, stone-deaf and stone-blind. RE: Thomas, Edward - ZaunköniG - 14.03.2016 THAT GIRL'S CLEAR EYES THAT girl's clear eyes utterly concealed all Except that there was something to reveal. And what did mine say in the interval ? No more : no less. They are but as a seal Not to be broken till after I am dead ; And then vainly. Every one of us This morning at our tasks left nothing said, In spite of many words. We were sealed thus, Like tombs. Nor until now could I admit That all I cared for was the pleasure and pain I tasted in the stony square sunlit, Or the dark cloisters, or shade of airy plane, While music blazed and children, line after line, Marched past, hiding the "SEVENTEEN THIRTY- NINE." |