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Edmund Blunden's Poetry, by written

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  • Forefathers
    Here they went with smock and crook,
    Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade,
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • The Survival
    To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road;
    I knew these heaps of stone
    18 lines
  • Harvest
    So there's my year, the twelvemonth duly told
    Since last I climbed this brow and gloated round
    24 lines, 2 comments
  • To Joy
    Is not this enough for moan
    To see this babe all motherless -
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • 1916 seen from 1921
    Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,
    I sit in solitude and only hear
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Report on Experience
    I have been young, and now am not too old;
    And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
    16 lines, 4 comments
  • The Midnight Skaters
    The hop-poles stand in cones,
    The icy pond lurks under,
    18 lines
  • Premature Rejoicing
    What's that over there?
    Thiepval Wood.
    19 lines
  • The Ancre at Hamel: Afterwards
    Where tongues were loud and hearts were light
    I heard the Ancre flow;
    25 lines
  • The Watchers
    I heard the challenge "Who goes there?"
    Close kept but mine through midnight air
    20 lines
  • A Country God
    WHEN groping farms are lanterned up
    And stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,
    40 lines
  • First Rhymes
    In the meadow by the mill
        I'd make my ballad,
    14 lines
  • Pillbox
    Just see what’s happening Worley! Worley rose
    And round the angled doorway thrust his nose
    17 lines
  • The Zonnebeke Road
    Morning, if this late withered light can claim
    Some kindred with that merry flame
    37 lines, 1 comment
  • Thiepval Wood
    The tired air groans as the heavies swing over, the river-hollows boom;
    The shell-fountains leap from the swamps, and with wildfire and fume
    8 lines
  • Vlamertinghe: Passing the Chateau
    'And all her silken flanks with garlands drest' -
    But we are coming to the sacrifice.
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • Preparations For Victory
    My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags
    The valley; flinch not you, my body young.
    27 lines
  • At Senlis Once
    How comely it was and how reviving,
    When with clay and with death no longer striving
    16 lines
  • Concert Party: Busseboom
    The stage was set, the house was packed,
    The famous troop began;
    28 lines
  • Pill-Box
    Just see what's happening, Worley.-Worley rose
    And round the angled doorway thrust his nose,
    17 lines
  • The Poor Man's Pig
        Already fallen plum-bloom stars the green
        And apple-boughs as knarred as old toads' backs
    14 lines
  • Almswomen
        At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends,
        And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends
    44 lines
  • Perch Fishing
        On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
        And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue
    44 lines
  • The Giant Puff-Ball
        From what sad star I know not, but I found
        Myself new-born below the coppice rail,
    33 lines
  • The Child's Grave
        I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies
        On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
    43 lines
  • April Byeway
        Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
        Be with me travelling on the byeway now
    64 lines
  • Can you Remember?
    Yes, I still remember
    The whole thing in a way;
    24 lines
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