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Home by Edward Thomas (1909)

The poem explores themes of longing, companionship, and the contrast between the beauty of nature and the constraints of civilization. It begins with a depiction of a fair morning, where the landscape is both enchanting and unfamiliar, symbolizing a sense of adventure and freedom. The untrodden snow represents a departure from the mundane, evoking feelings of joy and spontaneity among the travelers. As they journey through the snow, the group experiences a sense of camaraderie, singing and moving forward despite the harsh conditions. The mention of the cold roofs they must return to at night introduces a stark contrast between the wild beauty of the landscape and the confines of their destination, suggesting a tension between the desire for freedom and the pull of home. The word "home" elicits a complex emotional response, highlighting the characters' mixed feelings about their situation. While it brings a smile, it also signifies a deeper longing and a sense of captivity. The travelers are not truly friends but rather united by circumstance, emphasizing the transient nature of their bond. The poem culminates in a reflection on homesickness, where the speaker grapples with the implications of admitting such a feeling. The fear of becoming another person or living in a dream underscores the struggle between the desire for connection and the need for personal freedom. Ultimately, the work captures the essence of human experience—navigating the interplay between the allure of the wild and the inevitable return to the familiar, yet confining, aspects of life.

By Edward Thomas · First published 1909 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Nature Poetry, Romanticism · 346 words

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Fair was the morning, fair our tempers, and We had seen nothing fairer than that land, Though strange, and the untrodden snow that made Wild of the tame, casting out all that was Not wild and rustic and old; and we were glad.

Fair, too, was afternoon, and first to pass Were we that league of snow, next the north wind There was nothing to return for, except need, And yet we sang nor ever stopped for speed, As we did often with the start behind.

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