Edmund Blunden

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

To Joy


Is not this enough for moan
To see this babe all motherless -
A babe beloved - thrust out alone
Upon death's wilderness?
Out tears fall, fall, fall - I would weep
My blood away to make her warm,
Who never went on earth one step,
Nor heard the breath of the storm.
How shall you go, my little child,
Alone on that most wintry wild?

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read poems about / on: alone, child, death, joy, children

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (To Joy by Edmund Blunden )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. My Wife, KRISHNA SAMPATH KUMAR
  2. childhood, oskar hansen
  3. Fate's Violin, Arno Le Roux
  4. The Keepers Of Paris, Arno Le Roux
  5. A Secret Room, Arno Le Roux
  6. The Drug That Is Time, Arno Le Roux
  7. Random life!, SALINI NAIR
  8. Secret Music, Arno Le Roux
  9. My Weird Looks, Rohit Sapra
  10. The Way I Feel About Love, Rohit Sapra

Poem of the Day

poet Robert William Service

Just Home and Love! the words are small
Four little letters unto each;
And yet you will not find in all
The wide and gracious range of speech
Two more so tenderly complete:
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Paul Muldoon

 

Trending Poems

  1. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Being With You, Heather Burns
  4. On the Pulse of Morning, Maya Angelou
  5. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  6. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  7. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  8. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  9. If, Rudyard Kipling
  10. Home And Love, Robert William Service

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]