Edmund Blunden (1 November 1896 – 20 January 1974 / London / England)
Poems of Edmund Blunden
|21.||The Midnight Skaters||1/3/2003|
|22.||The Poor Man's Pig||4/3/2010|
|25.||The Zonnebeke Road||4/3/2010|
|28.||Vlamertinghe: Passing the Chateau||1/3/2003|
Preparations For Victory
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.