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Poem by Edward Thomas


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After you speak
And what you meant
Is plain,
My eyes
Meet yours that mean,
With your cheeks and hair,
Something more wise,
More dark,
And far different.
Even so the lark
Loves dust
And nestles in it
The minute
Before he must
Soar in lone flight
So far,
Like a black star
He seems -
A mote
Of singing dust
Afloat
Above,
The dreams
And sheds no light.
I know your lust
Is love. 



Edward Thomas


Edward Thomas's other poems:
  1. The Manor Farm
  2. If I Were to Own
  3. Head and Bottle
  4. It Rains
  5. Some Eyes Condemn


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