Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

Tall Nettles

TALL nettles cover up, as they have done
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.

This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower. 

1. The Sheiling
2. An Old Song
3. The Gallows
4. There's Nothing like the Sun
5. November

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