Edmund Blunden Poems
|2.||The Midnight Skaters||4/3/2010|
|4.||Concert Party: Busseboom||4/3/2010|
|7.||The Giant Puff-Ball||4/3/2010|
|10.||The Ancre At Hamel: Afterwards||4/3/2010|
|11.||The Poor Man's Pig||4/3/2010|
|12.||A Country God||4/3/2010|
|13.||The Zonnebeke Road||4/3/2010|
|16.||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|
|22.||At Senlis Once||1/3/2003|
|26.||The Midnight Skaters||1/3/2003|
|27.||1916 Seen From 1921||1/3/2003|
|28.||Preparations For Victory||1/3/2003|
|29.||Report On Experience||1/3/2003|
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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.
I knew Seraphina; Nature gave her hue,
Glance, sympathy, note, like one from Eden.
I saw her smile warp, heard her lyric deaden;
She turned to harlotry; - this I took to be new.
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?