Poems by Edmund Blunden
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Concert Party: Busseboom
... Dance sprang and spun and neared and fled, ...
The Child's Grave
... And, where no fine flowers, there kind weeds dared to wave ...
Report on Experience
... Knocked silly with guns and mines, its villages vanished, ...
Pill-Box
... -Worley rose And round the angled doorway thrust his nose, ...
1916 seen from 1921
... The saints in broken shrines were bright as blood ...
Forefathers
... And here their hatchet cleared the glade: ...
Perch Fishing
... Muffling least tread, with no noise balancing through ...
A Country God
... * * * * But now the sower's hand is writhed ...
Pillbox
... . . . Then war brought down his fist, and missed the pair! ...
The Midnight Skaters
... Earth's heedless sons and daughters ...
To Joy
... Out tears fall, fall, fall - I would weep ...
The Watchers
... "There's someone crawling though the grass ...
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