Edmund Blunden Poems
|1.||1916 Seen From 1921||1/3/2003|
|2.||A Country God||4/3/2010|
|5.||At Senlis Once||1/3/2003|
|6.||Can You Remember?||4/3/2010|
|7.||Chinese Paper Knife||11/19/2003|
|8.||Concert Party: Busseboom||4/3/2010|
|15.||Preparations For Victory||1/3/2003|
|16.||Report On Experience||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Ancre At Hamel: Afterwards||4/3/2010|
|18.||The Child's Grave||4/3/2010|
|19.||The Giant Puff-Ball||4/3/2010|
|20.||The Midnight Skaters||1/3/2003|
|21.||The Poor Man's Pig||4/3/2010|
|24.||The Zonnebeke Road||4/3/2010|
|27.||Vlamertinghe: Passing The Chateau||1/3/2003|
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.
What's that over there?
Take a steady look at it; it'll do you good.
Here, these glasses will help you. See any flowers?
There sleeps Titania (correct - the Wood is ours);
There sleeps Titania in a deep dugout,
Waking, she wonders what all the din's about,