Re: Edward Thomas 'The Owl'
Posted by:
Linda (---.l1.c2.dsl.pol.co.uk)
Date: May 17, 2022 11:08AM
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.
It sounds as if he has been travelling and arrived at an inn for the night. At first he is thankful that he is now very comfortable, but the cry of the owl reminds him that there are many people outside still, cold, hungry and miserable and it spoils his own good mood.