The best English poems about nature
Nature is one of the great themes of poetry, and also provides poets with a storehouse of vivid and useful images. Below, we’ve chosen ten of the very best nature poems in English literature.
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, ‘The Soote Season’. This is one of the first sonnets written in English, but it’s not as well known as it perhaps should be. It’s about the coming of summer and the various ways in which a world previously in a sort of stasis or hibernation is now springing into life. (‘Soote’ in ‘Soote Season’ means ‘sweet’.) However, despite this, the poet’s sorrow also springs into new life at this time. An early example of the nature poem in English literature.
Charlotte Smith, ‘Beachy Head’. This long poem by one of the overlooked pioneers of English Romanticism (and a poet who led the revival of the sonnet form in English) is actually much more than a great nature poem, engaging with early nineteenth-century politics (it was published in 1807), the threat of invasion from France, British imperialism, and many other subjects. But it also demonstrates Smith’s talent for writing about nature, with its descriptions of ‘the toys of Nature’ such as ‘the gay harmony of birds, / And winds that wander in the leafy woods’.
William Wordsworth, ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’. One of Wordsworth’s most famous poems, ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’ (as it should properly be known; it’s commonly known as ‘Daffodils’) is about the poet’s kinship with nature, and how the memory of the daffodils dancing cheers him whenever he recalls them. What’s less well-known is that Wordsworth’s sister Dorothy – and, indeed, his wife – had a hand in the composition of the poem, as we explore in the analysis of the poem in the link above.
John Clare, ‘On a Lane in Spring’. The title of this poem by one of Romantic literature’s overlooked greats, John Clare (1793-1864), says it all: Clare describes the things he sees on a country lane during springtime, his observations on the world of nature tumbling out into the poem in gleeful abandon and apparent spontaneity.
Thomas Hardy, ‘The Darkling Thrush’. This is a great winter poem, first published in late December 1900. Poised on the cusp of a new year (and even, as the poem makes clear, a new century), Hardy reflects on the events of the nineteenth century, his own feelings about the future, and his attitude to nature – which centres on the song of the thrush whose ‘happy goodnight air’ Hardy hears as he stands in contemplation, leaning upon a woodland gate.
A. E. Housman, ‘Tell me not here, it needs not saying’. Taken from Housman’s second volume Last Poems (1922) – which, true to its title, was the final collection Housman allowed to be published during his lifetime – this poem muses upon ‘heartless, witless nature’ during the autumn season.
W. H. Davies, ‘Leisure’. Davies (1871-1940) is best-known for his memoir, Autobiography of a Supertramp, and for this poem, with its opening lines, ‘What is this life if, full of care, / We have no time to stand and stare.’ The poem entreats us to take time out of our busy lives to stop and enjoy nature, as doing so enriches our lives.
Edward Thomas, ‘Thaw’. This four-line lyric is about nature’s superior sensitivity to the signs of the passing seasons, a sensitivity that surpasses that of mankind. We may be aware of the snow half-thawing, but the rooks see deeper than us, and notice the subtle and ‘delicate’ signs of spring’s imminent arrival.
Ted Hughes, ‘Snowdrop’. Hughes (1930-98) offers a somewhat starker and more Darwinian view of nature than the Romantics. This very short nature poem offers a great way into the world of Ted Hughes’s poetry. It’s short, almost imagist in its concision and focus on its central image – that of the white flower, described memorably with its ‘pale head heavy as metal’ in this eight-line masterpiece.
Sylvia Plath, ‘Poppies in October’. Although this poem gives a nod to Plath’s own numerous suicide attempts, with its reference to a woman in an ambulance whose heart is likened to the flowering poppies, it is, first and foremost, a poem in celebration of the bright red flowers.