Edmund Blunden Quote

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.


1916 seen from 1921 (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...

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...

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...

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...