tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post2696495974353524966..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: A Single Leaf (Revisited): Dorothy Wordsworth And Samuel Taylor ColeridgeStephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-47180171051967963622010-10-20T01:09:59.011-07:002010-10-20T01:09:59.011-07:00That is wonderful, Mr. Thomson. I had no inkling o...That is wonderful, Mr. Thomson. I had no inkling of a connection between Edward Thomas and "the one red leaf." I cannot thank you enough for sharing this with us, and for doing so in such a beautiful fashion. Thank you indeed.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-32170112233808626802010-10-19T12:28:01.864-07:002010-10-19T12:28:01.864-07:00A man set out by bicycle from Clapham Common in 19...A man set out by bicycle from Clapham Common in 1913 in pursuit of spring. The book of that title published in April 1914 begins 'This is the record of a journey from London to the Quantock Hills to Nether Stowey, Kilve, Crowcombe, and West Bagborough, to the high point where the Taunton-Bridgwater road tops the hills and shows all Exmoor behind, all the Mendips before, and upon the left the sea, and Wales very far off. It was a journey on or with a bicycle. The season was Easter, a March Easter.' The man was a close reader of Christabel and Dorothy Wordsworth: on pg. 29 he states 'At any rate the Quantocks were to be my goal. I had a wish of a mildly imperative nature that Spring would be arriving among the Quantocks at the same time as myself that "the one red leaf the last of its clan," that danced on March 7, 1798, would have danced itself into the grave: that since my journey was to be in "a month before the month of May," Spring would come fast, not slowly, up that way. Yes, I would see Nether Stowey, the native soil of " Kubla Khan," "Christabel," and "The Ancient Mariner," where Coleridge fed on honey-dew and drank the milk of Paradise.' The man's name of course was Edward Philip Thomas, four years before the April Easter when his own leaf was blown from the tree.Eric Thomsonnoreply@blogger.com