Edward Andrade

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Edward Neville da Costa Andrade (27 December 1887 - 6 June 1971), was an English physicist, writer and poet.

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• Come, take hands, you are not such
  As this will weary overmuch.
  Sit we down, and hear rehearse
  The marvels of the sweet-souled verse
  • Poem With a copy of "The Faithful Shepherdess"

• You know the wild flowers suit your hair:
  Place hands full of the purple bloom
  Of loosestrife, glad of such soft doom,
  And tender-toned narcissus there
  • Poem Fate and the Little Flowers

• Your father bears an iron reed
  Filled with a flame that makes us bleed;
  Your kindly mother loves to tear
  Feathers and skin to deck her hair.
  • Poem A song for Edmund Blunden

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