I'm sorry for your loss! It was Edward Thomas's anniversary, recently, born 3 March 1878, died 9 April 1917. I happened to hear a poem of his on the radio that day and was also reminded of the connection with the War and with Tolkien.
Thaw, by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.
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Date: 2018-03-06 12:00 am (UTC)It was Edward Thomas's anniversary, recently, born 3 March 1878, died 9 April 1917. I happened to hear a poem of his on the radio that day and was also reminded of the connection with the War and with Tolkien.
Thaw, by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.