Edmund Blunden Poems
- Preparations For Victory My soul, dread not the pestilence ...
- Report On Experience I have been young, and now am not too ...
- 1916 Seen From 1921 Tired with dull grief, grown old before ...
- Harvest So there's my year, the twelvemonth duly told Since ...
- The Midnight Skaters The hop-poles stand in cones, The icy ...
- Forefathers Here they went with smock and crook, Toiled in ...
- The Survival To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road; I knew ...
Edmund Charles Blunden was an English poet, author and critic. Like his friend Siegfried Sassoon, he wrote of his experiences in World War I in both verse and prose. For most of his career, Blunden was also a reviewer for English publications and an academic in Tokyo and later Hong Kong. He ended his career as Professor of Poetry at the University of Oxford.
Early Years and WWI
Edmund Charles Blunden was born in London in 1896, moving with his family to Kent shortly afterwards. He was educated at Christ's Hospital and Queen's College, Oxford. Blunden was commissioned into the Royal Sussex Regiment in 1915 and served in France and Belgium from 1916 to 1919, fighting on ... more »
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Preparations For Victory
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags
The valley; flinch not you, my body young.
At these great shouting smokes and snarling jags
Of fiery iron; as yet may not be flung
The dice that claims you. Manly move among
These ruins, and what you must do, do well;
Look, here are gardens, there mossed boughs are hung
With apples who bright cheeks none might excel,
And there's a house as yet unshattered by a shell.
"I'll do my best," the soul makes sad reply,
"And I will mark the yet unmurdered tree,
The tokens of dear homes that court the eye,