Edmund Blunden

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

Preparations For Victory - Poem by Edmund Blunden

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,
And yet I see them not as I would see.
Hovering between, a ghostly enemy.
Sickens the light, and poisoned, withered, wan,
The least defiled turns desperate to me."
The body, poor unpitied Caliban,
Parches and sweats and grunts to win the name of Man.

Days or eternities like swelling waves
Surge on, and still we drudge in this dark maze;
The bombs and coils and cans by strings of slaves
Are borne to serve the coming day of days;
Pale sleep in slimy cellars scarce allays
With its brief blank the burden. Look, we lose;
The sky is gone, the lightless, drenching haze
Of rainstorms chills the bone; earth, air are foes,
The black fiend leaps brick-red as life's last picture goes.

Comments about Preparations For Victory by Edmund Blunden

  • Gold Star - 38,211 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/14/2014 11:01:00 PM)

    Great poem and wonderful ideas and word power. I likes it very much. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 318 Points Crystal Rosser (10/14/2014 6:30:00 PM)

    Delusional and a sense of grim romanticism in here. I found a bit of humor in this as well. Classic poetic technique. Touche! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/14/2014 2:33:00 AM)

    ends in grave the victory of human being thanks for this attempt (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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