Robert Frost and Edward Thomas |
On an August day
in 1914, Edward Thomas and Robert Frost “were sitting on an orchard stile near
Little Iddens, Frost's cottage in Gloucestershire…when word arrived that
Britain had declared war on Germany. The two men wondered idly whether they
might be able to hear the guns from their corner of the county.”*
Frost would
later describe Edward Thomas as “the only brother I ever had.” The First World War
separated the two poets: Frost returned to America, and in 1915 Thomas enlisted
in the British Army, but the two men frequently exchanged letters. In December of 1916, Frost sent Thomas a
letter about talk of the war in the United States: “Silly
fools are full of peace talk over here…. It's none of my business what you do:
but neither is it any of theirs. I wrote some lines I've copied on the other
side of this about the way I am struck. When I get to writing in this vein you
may know I am sick or sad or something.” Frost enclosed this poem with
the letter:
Suggested by
Talk of Peace at This Time
Popular anti-war song, 1915 |
France, France I
know not what is in my heart.
But God forbid that I should be more brave
As a watcher for a quiet place apart
Than you are fighting in an open grave.
But God forbid that I should be more brave
As a watcher for a quiet place apart
Than you are fighting in an open grave.
I will not ask
more of you than you ask,
O Bravest, of
yourself. But shall I less?
You know the
extent of your appointed task,
Whether you
still can face its bloodiness.
Not mine to say
you shall not think of peace.
Not mine, not mine. I almost know your pain.
But I will not believe that you will cease
I will not bid you cease, from being slain.
Not mine, not mine. I almost know your pain.
But I will not believe that you will cease
I will not bid you cease, from being slain.
And slaying till
what might have been distorted
Is saved to be
the Truth and Hell is thwarted.
Shortly before being posted to the Western Front, Edward Thomas replied to
Frost in a letter dated 31 December 1916:**
War poster, 1917 |
My dear Robert,
I had your letter & your poem
‘France, France’ yesterday.
I like the poem very much, because it betrays
exactly what you would say & what you feel about saying that much. It
expresses just those hesitations you or I would have at asking others to act as
we think it is their cue to act. Well, I am soon going to know more about it.
In previous
letters to Edward Thomas, Frost had written,“You know I haven't tried to be troubled by the war. But I believe it
is half of what's ailed me ever since August 1914,” and “You rather shut me up by enlisting….Talk
is almost too cheap when all your friends are facing bullets.Ӡ
Frost’s poem expresses his own ambivalence toward the Great War as well as the uncertainty many Americans felt towards the conflict. Frost is deeply worried for
his soldier-friend Edward Thomas, who prepares for “fighting in an open grave” while Frost watches in safety “from a quiet place apart.” The repeated refrain “Not mine,
not mine” speaks not only of Frost's surrendering his right to comment on a war that the US had
not yet entered, but also of Frost's respect for Thomas’s decision to enlist and even for Thomas’s
willingness to die in battle. It is a very hard thing to concede that our loved ones have the right to sacrifice their lives that are so very
precious to us.
Edward Thomas
was killed on Easter Monday, 9 April 1917. In his letter of sympathy to Helen, Thomas’s
widow, Frost wrote,
“I have heard Edward doubt if he was
as brave as the bravest. But who was ever so completely himself right up to the
verge of destruction, so sure of his thought, so sure of his word? He was the
bravest and best and dearest man you and I have ever known….
Edward Thomas |
Of the three ways out of here, by
death where there is no choice, by death where there is a noble choice, and by
death where there is a choice not so noble, he found the greatest way. There is no regret—nothing that I will call
regret. Only I can’t help wishing he could have saved his life without so
wholly losing it and come back from France not too much hurt to enjoy our pride
in him. I want to see him to tell him
something. I want to tell him, what I
think he liked to hear from me, that he was a poet….”††
*Guardian
article “Edward Thomas, Robert Frost and the road to war,” by Matthew Hollis,
published Friday, 29 July 2011. This link
† “Between
Friends: Rediscovering the War Thoughts of Robert Frost,” by Robert Stilling. Virginia Quarterly Review 82.4, Fall
2006.
†† Robert Frost: An Adventure in Poetry, 1900-
1918, page 178. The book is written by
Leslie Lee Francis, Frost’s granddaughter.
thanks for your amazing writing,
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