Frases de Edmund Blunden

Edmund Charles Blunden fue un poeta, autor y crítico literario inglés. Al igual que su amigo Siegfried Sassoon, escribió acerca de sus experiencias durante la Primera Guerra Mundial en verso y en prosa. Durante la mayor parte de su carrera, también trabajó como crítico para publicaciones inglesas. Blunden terminó su carrera como profesor de poesía en la Universidad de Oxford. Wikipedia

✵ 1. noviembre 1896 – 20. enero 1974

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Edmund Blunden: Frases en inglés

“Cricket to us, like you, was more than play,
It was a worship in the summer sun.”

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Edmund Blunden

Poem Pride of the Village (1925)

“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.”

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Festubert, 1916 https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57255/festubert-1916 (1921)

“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.”

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Festubert, 1916 https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57255/festubert-1916 (1921)

“At Quincy'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.”

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Poem Almswomen

“To-day's house makes to-morrow’s road;
I knew these heaps of stone
When they were walls of grace and might,
The country’s honour, art’s delight
That over fountain'd silence show'd
Fame's final bastion.”

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The Survival http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-survival/ (1921)