Preparations For Victory (Edmund Blunden Poems)
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hagsThe valley; flinch not you, my body young.At these great shouting smokes and ...
Edmund Blunden Poems (29 Poems)
Chinese Paper Knife (Edmund Blunden Poems)
For the first time ever, and only now(Long waiting where I should see)The tiny carved bird, the bony boughStart sharp ...
April Byeway (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend, Be with me travelling on the byeway now ...
Almswomen (Edmund Blunden Poems)
At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends, And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends ...
Perch Fishing (Edmund Blunden Poems)
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
The Child’s Grave (Edmund Blunden Poems)
I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies On a morning in April, a rare sunny ...
The Giant Puff-Ball (Edmund Blunden Poems)
From what sad star I know not, but I found Myself new-born below the coppice rail, ...
The Zonnebeke Road (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Morning, if this late withered light can claimSome kindred with that merry flameWhich the young day was wont to fling ...
1916 seen from 1921 (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,I sit in solitude and only hearLong silent laughters, murmurings of dismay,The ...
A Country God (Edmund Blunden Poems)
WHEN groping farms are lanterned upAnd stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,And glimmering byroads catch the dropThat weeps from sprawling twig ...
Preparations (Edmund Blunden Poems)
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
Forefathers (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Here they went with smock and crook,Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade,Here they mudded out the brookAnd here ...
Harvest (Edmund Blunden Poems)
So there's my year, the twelvemonth duly told Since last I climbed this brow and gloated round Upon the lands ...
Concert Party: Busseboom (Edmund Blunden Poems)
The stage was set, the house was packed,The famous troop began;Our laughter thundered, act by act;Time light as sunbeams ran.Dance ...
The Poor Man’s Pig (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Already fallen plum-bloom stars the green And apple-boughs as knarred as old toads' backs Wear their ...
Pillbox (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Just see what's happening Worley! Worley roseAnd round the angled doorway thrust his noseAnd serjeant Hyde went too to snuff ...
Pill-Box (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Just see what's happening, Worley.-Worley roseAnd round the angled doorway thrust his nose,And Sergeant Hoad went too. to snuff the ...
Report on Experience (Edmund Blunden Poems)
I have been young, and now am not too old;And I have seen the righteous forsaken,His health, his honour and ...
The Ancre at Hamel: Afterwards (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Where tongues were loud and hearts were lightI heard the Ancre flow;Waking oft at the mid of nightI heard the ...
At Senlis Once (Edmund Blunden Poems)
How comely it was and how reviving,When with clay and with death no longer strivingDown firm roads we came to ...
The Watchers (Edmund Blunden Poems)
I heard the challenge "Who goes there?"Close kept but mine through midnight airI answered and was recognizedAnd passed, and kindly ...
Can you Remember? (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Yes, I still rememberThe whole thing in a way;Edge and exactitude Depend on the day.Of all that prodigious sceneThere seems ...
The Survival (Edmund Blunden Poems)
To-day's house makes to-morrow's road; I knew these heaps of stoneWhen they were walls of grace and might,The country's ...
Premature Rejoicing (Edmund Blunden Poems)
What's that over there? Thiepval Wood.Take a steady look at it; it'll do you good.Here, these glasses will help you. ...
The Midnight Skaters (Edmund Blunden Poems)
The hop-poles stand in cones, The icy pond lurks under,The pole-tops steeple to the thrones Of stars, sound gulfs of ...
Vlamertinghe (Edmund Blunden Poems)
'And all her silken flanks with garlands drest' - But we are coming to the sacrifice. Must those flowers who ...
First Rhymes (Edmund Blunden Poems)
In the meadow by the mill I'd make my ballad,Tunes to that would whistle shrillAnd beat the blackbird's ringing ...
Thiepval Wood (Edmund Blunden Poems)
The tired air groans as the heavies swing over, the river-hollows boom;The shell-fountains leap from the swamps, and with wildfire ...
To Joy (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Is not this enough for moan To see this babe all motherless - A babe beloved - thrust out alone ...