Edmund Charles Blunden quotes
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.
Edmund Charles Blunden
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
Edmund Charles Blunden
Occupation: British Poet
Born: November 1, 1896
Died: January 20, 1974
Quotes count: 5
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