In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)
THE flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again.
Edward Thomas
THE flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again.
In four brief lines, Edward Thomas captures the ache of a wartime spring. Easter night falls on a wood where flowers still bloom thickly, but the speaker doesn’t just see petals—he suddenly feels the missing hands that should have picked them.
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