"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
The selected poems and prose writings of Edward Thomas, with a Foreword from Robert Macfarlane, author of The Old Waysbr>br>''I have come to the borders of sleep, br>The unfathomable deepbr>Forest where all must losebr>Their way, however straight,br>Or winding, soon or late;br>They cannot choose.''br>br>Fired by his abiding love of the English landscape, the poetry of Edward Thomas is some of the most astonishing of the twentieth century. A journalist, essayist and critic for many years, he was encouraged to write verse by his friend Robert Frost. He produced a late outburst of poetry of extraordinary beauty and mystery about the subjects closest to his heart: rural England and its inhabitants, landscape, atmosphere, transience, endurance and death. By 1917, when he was killed on the Western Front, he had earned his place as one of England''s most valued poets. This selection brings together his finest verse with his most vivid prose writings on the countryside.br>br>''The father of us all'' Ted Hughesbr>br> Edited by David Wrightbr> With a Foreword by Robert Macfarlane, taken from The Old Ways>
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