Easter Monday (In Memoriam E.T.) – Eleanor Farjeon

by Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965)

Eleanor Farjeon, who is probably best known for having written the words to the hymn Morning has Broken, wrote this poem shortly after she heard news of the death of her close friend the poet Edward Thomas (the E.T. in the title) who was killed in action at the Battle of Arras on Easter Monday, 9th April 1917.

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It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.

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Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been

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I Never Saw that Landing Before

To the valley and the river small,
The cattle, the grass, the bare ash trees,
The chickens from the farmsteads, all
Elm-hidden, and the tributaries
Descending at equal interval;

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Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves
We cannot other than an aspen be
That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves,
Or so men think who like a different tree.

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“Larks sang high, and hedge-sparrows sang low” #edwardthomas @LittleToller #nonfictionnov

A number of books from indie publisher Little Toller have featured on the Ramblings in the past, and I've always found their books to be a real treat. Back in March, I picked up another of their titles though I can't for the life if me recall what prompted it! However, it's hung around on the TBR until it found the right time to be read - which was recently, after my experience…

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"I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose."

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