Poems of Edmund Blunden
|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|
|16.||Preparations For Victory||1/3/2003|
|17.||Report on Experience||1/3/2003|
|18.||The Ancre at Hamel: Afterwards||4/3/2010|
|19.||The Child's Grave||4/3/2010|
|20.||The Giant Puff-Ball||4/3/2010|
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.