DUST ON THE NETTLES
Exploring the life and works of poet Edward Thomas
Monday, 1 April 2013
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Edward Thomas, 'Thaw'
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