Digging
DIGGER [2] by EDWARD THOMAS
What matter makes my spade for tears or mirth, Letting down two clay pipes into the earth? The one I smoked, the other a soldier Of Blenheim, Ramillies, and Malplaquet Perhaps. The dead man's immortality Lies represented lightly with my own, A yard or two nearer the living air Than bones of ancients who, amazed to see Almighty God erect the mastodon, Once laughed, or wept, in this same light of day.
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| Author | Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
|---|---|
| Title | Digging |
| Item Date | 1979 |
| File type | text |
| Content | Poem |
| Repository name | ProQuest |
| Repository URL | http://lion.chadwyck.co.uk/ |
| Copyright | Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd. |
| First line | What matter makes my spade for tears or mirth, |
| Publication source | Edward Thomas Collected Poems |
| Publication editor | Thomas, George |
| Publishers | Faber and Faber |
| Publication place | London |
| Digital repository | The First World War Poetry Digital Archive |
| Reference URL | http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/2871 |
