Nevinson’s ‘Broken Reeds’

Studying this work by CRW Nevinson, 'Rain and Mud After the Battle' brought to mind a poem by Edward Thomas from 1916, called 'Rain': Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain  On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me  Remembering again that I shall die  And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks  … Continue reading Nevinson’s ‘Broken Reeds’