Edmund Blunden

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

Edmund Blunden Poems

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

The Zonnebeke Road

Morning, if this late withered light can claim
Some kindred with that merry flame
Which the young day was wont to fling through space!
Agony stares from each grey face.
And yet the day is come; stand down! stand down!
Your hands unclasp from rifles while you can;
The frost has pierced them to the bended bone?
Why see old Stevens there, that iron man,
Melting the ice to shave his grotesque chin!
Go ask him,, shall we win?
I never likes this bay, some foolish fear
Caught me the first time that I came here;
That dugout fallen in awakes, perhaps
Some formless...

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Premature Rejoicing

What's that over there?
Thiepval Wood.


Take a steady look at it; it'll do you good.
Here, these glasses will help you. See any flowers?
There sleeps Titania (correct - the Wood is ours);
There sleeps Titania in a deep dugout,
Waking, she wonders what all the din's about,

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