Edmund Blunden

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

Edmund Blunden Poems

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

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.

"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...

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Report On Experience

I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.

I have seen a green country, useful to the race,
Knocked silly with guns and mines, its villages vanished,
Even the last rat and the last kestrel banished -
God bless us all, this was peculiar grace.

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