Edward Thomas’ The Owl

The poet, country writer and walker Edward Thomas died on the opening day of the Battle of Arras – April 9th 1917.

If you don’t know his work do seek it out.  I’ll be paying my own tribute to Edward Thomas around my usual outdoors blogs.

Here’s his poem The Owl.

Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest
Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.
Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest,
Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.
All of the night was quite barred out except
An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry
Shaken out long and clear upon the hill,
No merry note, nor cause of merriment,
But one telling me plain what I escaped
And others could not, that night, as in I went.
And salted was my food, and my repose,
Salted and sobered, too, by the bird’s voice
Speaking for all who lay under the stars,
Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.
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