Edmund Blunden

(1 November 1896 – 20 January 1974 / London / England)

Edmund Blunden Poems

1. Thiepval Wood 4/3/2010
2. April Byeway 4/3/2010
3. Concert Party: Busseboom 4/3/2010
4. First Rhymes 4/3/2010
5. The Giant Puff-Ball 4/3/2010
6. To Joy 1/3/2003
7. Pillbox 4/3/2010
8. The Zonnebeke Road 4/3/2010
9. The Ancre At Hamel: Afterwards 4/3/2010
10. The Poor Man's Pig 4/3/2010
11. A Country God 4/3/2010
12. The Watchers 4/3/2010
13. Almswomen 4/3/2010
14. Perch Fishing 4/3/2010
15. Vlamertinghe: Passing The Chateau 1/3/2003
16. The Child's Grave 4/3/2010
17. Can You Remember? 4/3/2010
18. Chinese Paper Knife 11/19/2003
19. Premature Rejoicing 1/3/2003
20. At Senlis Once 1/3/2003
21. Harvest 1/3/2003
22. The Survival 1/3/2003
23. Forefathers 1/3/2003
24. The Midnight Skaters 1/3/2003
25. 1916 Seen From 1921 1/3/2003
26. Preparations For Victory 1/3/2003
27. Report On Experience 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edmund Blunden

Report On Experience

I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.

I have seen a green country, useful to the race,
Knocked silly with guns and mines, its villages vanished,
Even the last rat and the last kestrel banished -
God bless us all, this was peculiar grace.

I knew Seraphina; Nature gave her hue,
Glance, sympathy, note, like one from Eden.
I saw her smile warp, heard her lyric deaden;
She turned to harlotry; - this I took to be new.

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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.

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