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Blunden’s daughter interviewed by Emma Barnett

Blunden's daughter interviewed by Emma Barnett on 7 May 2020 about his unpublished poem 'V Day' Here is a slightly edited transcript of the interview. Emma: Margi is one of Edmund's children and she had no idea that the poem existed until a few months ago, what a...

Two literary events to launch latest Blunden collection

BLUNDEN - NEW PERSPECTIVES By Philip Underwood It's not often that new perspectives are shed on WW1 poets. But, at two launches of the latest selection of Blunden's poetry at Glasgow University, and at the Scottish Poetry Library in Edinburgh last week, it was his...

Edmund Blunden VE Day poem

V DayIf only bits of paper could speak! This manuscript, rescued from the roundabout of circulation these manuscripts often find themselves on, has found its purpose in a way it could never have dreamt of.In 2001 the Imperial War Museum purchased an unpublished poem...

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Blunden’s daughter interviewed by Emma Barnett

Blunden's daughter interviewed by Emma Barnett on 7 May 2020 about his unpublished poem 'V Day' Here is a slightly edited transcript of the interview. Emma: Margi is one of Edmund's children and she had no idea that the poem existed until a few months ago, what a...

Two literary events to launch latest Blunden collection

BLUNDEN - NEW PERSPECTIVES By Philip Underwood It's not often that new perspectives are shed on WW1 poets. But, at two launches of the latest selection of Blunden's poetry at Glasgow University, and at the Scottish Poetry Library in Edinburgh last week, it was his...

Edmund Blunden VE Day poem

V DayIf only bits of paper could speak! This manuscript, rescued from the roundabout of circulation these manuscripts often find themselves on, has found its purpose in a way it could never have dreamt of.In 2001 the Imperial War Museum purchased an unpublished poem...

Poems

Edmund Blunden in his soldiers' uniform
Edmund Blunden
 
 
 
 
 

Poems

This page contains Edmund Blunden poems requested by visitors to the website. We are very interested to know what people think about his poems; please feel free to contact us with any observations.

If you would like to request a poem for this section please email us.

John Winkler requested the poem ‘The Kiss’.

The Kiss

I am for the woods against the world,
But are the woods for me?
I have sought them sadly anew, fearing
My fate’s mutability,
Or that which action and process make
Of former sympathy.

Strange that those should arrive strangers
Who were once entirely at home.
Colonnade, sunny wall and warren,
Islet, osier, foam,
Buds and leaves and selves seemed
Safe to the day of doom.

By-roads following, and this way wondering
I spy men abroad
In orchards, knarred and woody men
Whose touch is bough and bud;
Co-arboreal sons of landscape.
Then in the windstript wood

Is the cracking of stems; and under the thorn
With a kobold’s closeness lurks
The wanderer with his knife and rods,
That like a bald rook works;
His woman-rook about the thicket
Prowls at the hazel-forks.

Sheep lying out by the swollen river
Let the flood roll down
Without so much as a glance; they know it;
The hurling seas of brown
Cannot persuade the ferrying moorhen
Her one willow will drown.

This way wondering, I renew
Some sense of common right;
And through my armour of imposition
With the Spring’s keen light,
Till for the woods against the world
I kiss the aconite.