Edmund Blunden

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

Edmund Blunden Poems

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