Rain Comments

Rain and death intertwined in a mesh.

" Like a cold water among broken reeds, Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, Like me who have no love which this wild rain Has not dissolved except the love of death, " beautiful expression... love of death most lovable expression... Thanks...

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Boooooooooo! Very bad! ! ! !

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Solitary, listening to the rain, Either in pain or thus in sympathy /// lonely rhythm ringing here

Hmmm. Somewhat invasive of one's private relationship with the rain. Hostile in an interesting keen confident way.

Rain is a very fantastic poem

For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into this solitude. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: ..... a fine poem and very original.. tony

It is nise

Really nice enjoyed it

Too babyish did not like the way it ended

i am entered in the poetry by heart and don't now if i should # do this

Truly lovely piece of work- enjoyed it very much!

Conclusion is beautiful...

Good Imagery. nice to read

Truly haunting. Very dark, dreamlike imagery and yet it is, at its core, very real, very human. The rain is cleansing, but only in death is it purifying. In life it is nothing but sobering. It forces him to reflect, to agonizingly contemplate on his own misery and the solice of death. The untamable rain is a woeful reminder that seeking perfection is folly- it doesn't exist in this world.

midnight thoughts and remembering those you once loved- do they feel the midnight rain? there is hope? hope seen in the cold dead reeds that just might hide life after death- which he claims to love. He loves death because life has disappointed him, death will not- not now after the rain has cleansed him. this poem is like the half-awake, half-formed thoughts that come during a midnight rain.

Edward thomas is a lonely man, helpless among d livin nd d dead awake in d midnight listening to d heavy rain he describe as ' Wild Rain, a tempest' either in pain or thus in sympathy. that makes him remember that life is once as death is inevitable, is a sure thing that wll definately take place nd whn it does 'neither will hear d rain nor give it thanks' but seize d given chance to pray and thankful for none he had loved to b in sound mind. Also made us know 'blessed are d dead rain rains upon.

Solitude and the pain of lonliness...d anticipation of death all hammered together tightly....a despotic poem yet heis thankful that none of his loved ones are hurt today....