This poem is taken from Stand 234, 20(2) June - August 2022.
A Lament for Edward Thomas
Dead Easter Monday, April 9, 1917
Legend has it that a shell blast at Arras
stopped the poet’s pocket watch and heart,
leaving his body unbloodied. His pulse,
shocked, just shut down. Did that bold lie about
...
Legend has it that a shell blast at Arras
stopped the poet’s pocket watch and heart,
leaving his body unbloodied. His pulse,
shocked, just shut down. Did that bold lie about
...
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