Edmund Blunden, "Premature Rejoicing"

Premature Rejoicing What’s that over there? Thiepval Wood. Take a steady look at it; it’ll do you good.Here, these glasses will help you. See any flowers?There sleeps Titania (correct–the Wood is ours);There sleeps Titania in a deep dugout,Waking, she wonders what all the din’s about,And smiles through her tears, and looks ahead ten years,And sees […]

Edmund Blunden, "Thiepval Wood"

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 fumeThe shoulder of the chalkdown convulses.Then the jabbering echoes stampede in the slatting wood,Ember-black the gibbet trees like bones or thorns protrudeFrom the poisonous smoke–past all impulses.To them these silvery dews can […]

Edmund Blunden, "Concert Party: Busseboom"

Concert Party: Busseboom The stage was set, the house was packed,The famous troop began;Our laughter thundered, act by act;Time light as sunbeams ran. Dance sprang and spun and neared and fled,Jest chirped at gayest pitch,Rhythm dazzled, action spedMost comically rich. With generals and lame privates bothSuch charms worked wonders, tillThe show was over – lagging […]