Edmund Blunden

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

Edmund Blunden Poems

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

The Zonnebeke Road

Morning, if this late withered light can claim
Some kindred with that merry flame
Which the young day was wont to fling through space!
Agony stares from each grey face.
And yet the day is come; stand down! stand down!
Your hands unclasp from rifles while you can;
The frost has pierced them to the bended bone?
Why see old Stevens there, that iron man,
Melting the ice to shave his grotesque chin!
Go ask him,, shall we win?
I never likes this bay, some foolish fear
Caught me the first time that I came here;
That dugout fallen in awakes, perhaps
Some formless...

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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,

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