Edmund Blunden

Quotes

• “At Quincy's moat the squandering village ends,And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friendsOf all the village, two old dames that clingAs close as any trueloves in the spring.”
• “And nigh this toppling reed, still as the deadThe great pike lies, the murderous patriarch,Watching the waterpit shelving and darkWhere through the plash his lithe bright vassals thread.... He on the sandbank lies, Sunning himself long hours With stony gorgon eyes: Westward the hot sun lowers.”
• “Here they went with smock and crook,   Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade,Here they mudded out the brook   And here their hatchet cleared the glade:Harvest-supper woke their wit,Huntsmen’s moon their wooings lit.”
• “Like the bee that now is blown    Honey-heavy on my hand, From the toppling tansy-throne    In the green tempestuous land,— I’m in clover now, nor knowWho made honey long ago.”
• “Old farm-houses with their white faces Fly, and their ghosts have taken their places;    Even the signposts like grim liars    Point to losing brakes and briars.”
• “Can she who shines so calm be fear? What poison pours she in slumber's ear?”

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Edmund Blunden by Lady Ottoline Morrell vintage snapshot print, 1923.jpg

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