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Edmund Charles Blunden
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“At Quincy's moat the squandering village ends, And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends Of all the village, two old dames that cling As close as any trueloves in the spring.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1920 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Almswomen", st. 1. The Waggoner, and Other Poems (1920) p. 15
“And nigh this toppling reed, still as the dead The great pike lies, the murderous patriarch, Watching the waterpit shelving and dark Where through the plash his lithe bright vassals thread.... He on the sandbank lies, Sunning himself long hours With stony gorgon eyes: Westward the hot sun lowers.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1920 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Pike", sts. 4 and 6. The Waggoner, &c. (1920) pp. 19–20
“Here they went with smock and crook, Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade, Here they mudded out the brook And here their hatchet cleared the glade: Harvest-supper woke their wit, Huntsmen’s moon their wooings lit.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1922 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Forefathers", st. 1. The Shepherd, and Other Poems of Peace and War (1922) p. 14
“Like the bee that now is blown Honey-heavy on my hand, From the toppling tansy-throne In the green tempestuous land,— I’m in clover now, nor know Who made honey long ago.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1922 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Forefathers", st. 6. The Shepherd, &c. (1922) p. 15
“Old farm-houses with their white faces Fly, and their ghosts have taken their places; Even the signposts like grim liars Point to losing brakes and briars.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1922 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Evening Mystery", st. 3. The Shepherd, &c. (1922) p. 29
“Can she who shines so calm be fear? What poison pours she in slumber's ear?”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1922 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Evening Mystery", st. 6. The Shepherd, &c. (1922) p. 30
“The hop-poles stand in cones, The icy pond lurks under, The pole-tops steeple to the thrones Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder; But not the tallest there, ’tis said, Could fathom to this pond’s black bed.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1925 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Midnight Skaters", st. 1. English Poems (1925) p. 28
“Then is not Death at watch Within those secret waters? What wants he but to catch Earth’s heedless sons and daughters? With but a crystal parapet Between, he has his engines set.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1925 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Midnight Skaters", st. 2. English Poems (1925) p. 28
“Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan, Use him as though you love him; Court him, elude him, reel and pass, And let him hate you through the glass.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1925 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Midnight Skaters", st. 3. English Poems (1925) p. 29
“Cricket to us, like you, was more than play, It was a worship in the summer sun.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1925 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Pride of the Village", st. 2. English Poems (1925) p. 31
“This was my country, and it may be yet, But something flew between me and the sun.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1928 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Resignation", st. 3. Retreat (1928) p. 36
“The field and wood, all bone-fed loam, Set up a roaring harvest-home.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1928 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Rural Economy", st. 5. Undertones of War (1928) p. 225
“I saw the sunlit vale, and the pastoral fairy-tale; The sweet and bitter scent of the may drifted by; And never have I seen such a bright bewildering green. But it looked like a lie, Like a kindly meant lie.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1929 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Failure", st. 1; in The London Mercury (October 1929) p. 555
“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.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1929 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Report on Experience", st. 1. Near and Far (1929) p. 58
“To-day's house makes to-morrow’s road; I knew these heaps of stone When they were walls of grace and might, The country’s honour, art’s delight That over fountain'd silence show'd Fame's final bastion.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1930 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Survival", st. 1. Poems (1930) p. 291
“I am for the woods against the world, But are the woods for me?”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1931 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Kiss", st. 1; in The New Statesman (28 February 1931) p. 17
“Australia once produced poets who were English poets a little out of touch; now she has her own; and O'Reilly with ball in hand is quite the parallel of an Australian poet, territorially distinct in rhythm, passion, scheme and transition.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1944 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Cricket Country (1944) Ch. VII: "Card of the Match
“Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day, I sit in solitude and only hear Long silent laughters, murmurings of dismay, The lost intensities of hope and fear; In those old marshes yet the rifles lie, On the thin breastwork flutter the grey rags, The very books I read are there—and I Dead as the men I loved, wait while life drags Its wounded length from those sad streets of war Into green places here, that were my own; But now what once was mine is mine no more, I seek such neighbours here and I find none. With such strong gentleness and tireless will Those ruined houses seared themselves in me, Passionate I look for their dumb story still, And the charred stub outspeaks the living tree.”
Edmund Charles Blunden (1896–1974) first seen 1916 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Festubert, 1916", sts. 1 and 2. The Shepherd, &c. (1922) pp. 58-59