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|
At Senlis Once
how comely it was and how reviving,
When with clay and with death no longer striving
Down firm roads we came to houses
With women chattering and green grass thriving.
Now though rains in a cataract descended,
We could glow, with our tribulation ended--
Count not days, the present only
Was thought of, how could it ever be expended?