Edmund Blunden

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

Edmund Blunden Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
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 4/3/2010
22. The Midnight Skaters 1/3/2003
23. The Poor Man's Pig 4/3/2010
24. The Survival 1/3/2003
25. The Watchers 4/3/2010
26. The Zonnebeke Road 4/3/2010
27. Thiepval Wood 4/3/2010
28. To Joy 1/3/2003
29. Vlamertinghe: Passing The Chateau 1/3/2003

Comments about Edmund Blunden

  • black people (11/12/2018 11:53:00 AM)

    i like this a lot

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  • Deanna Johnston Clark (8/4/2014 6:35:00 PM)

    About the biography here: I'm pretty sure Edmund's relationship with Aki Hayashi continued in England but soon ended, though he paid the bills and was kind to her. In this bio he continued to be with her even after his happy marriage to Claire. However, by then Aki was long back in Japan, so this needs mentioning.

  • Deanna Johnston Clark (8/2/2014 5:19:00 PM)

    Edmund is my favorite poet because he believes God created a perfect world, and that evil will not have the final say. Yet he carried the burden of this cross all his life in his grief, his asthma from the gas, and his emotional ups and downs. He was not a man with all the answers, but a man who took hold of God with faith and was certain that even through the struggles there would be a restoration of the paradise he, himself, experienced with the rustic, humble countryside.
    I love the poem describing the Sussex downs hovering over his childhood...and how climbing them never entered their heads. They were simply there to witness the life below as companions...not for conquest. Edmund Blunden has a special vision and gift for writing...a true message...not cynicism, not politics, not despair...but patient in love and caring for his big family well into age...very sweet. Blessings, friend!

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,

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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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