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. When We Two Walked
2. There's Nothing like the Sun
3. The Sun Used to Shine
4. Bright Clouds
5. The Gallows

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1951

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