Edmund Blunden Death Poems

  • 1.
    From what sad star I know not, but I found
    Myself new-born below the coppice rail,
    No bigger than the dewdrops and as round,
    In a soft sward, no cattle might assail.
    ...
  • 2.
    At Quincey'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.
    ...
  • 3.
    WHEN groping farms are lanterned up
    And stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,
    And glimmering byroads catch the drop
    That weeps from sprawling twig and leaf,
    ...
  • 4.
    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.
    ...
  • 5.
    The hop-poles stand in cones,
    The icy pond lurks under,
    The pole-tops steeple to the thrones
    Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder;
    ...
  • 6.
    And all her silken flanks with garlands drest -
    But we are coming to the sacrifice.
    Must those flowers who are not yet gone West?
    May those flowers who live with death and lice?
    ...
  • 7.
    Is not this enough for moan
    To see this babe all motherless -
    A babe beloved - thrust out alone
    Upon death's wilderness?
    ...
  • 8.
    The stage was set, the house was packed,
    The famous troop began;
    Our laughter thundered, act by act;
    Time light as sunbeams ran.
    ...
Total 8 Death Poems by Edmund Blunden

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