Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A COUNTRY GOD, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When groping farms are lanterned up Last Line: And summer not to come again. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): Farm Life; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
WHEN groping farms are lanterned up And stolchy ploughlands hid in grief, And glimmering byroads catch the drop That weeps from sprawling twig and leaf, And heavy-hearted spins the wind Among the tattered flags of Mirth, -- Then who but I flit to and fro, With shuddering speech, with mope and mow, And glass the eyes of Earth? Then haunt I by some moanish brook Where lank and snaky brambles swim, Or where the hill pines swartly look I whirry through the dark and hymn A dull-voiced dirge and threnody, An echo of the world's sad drone That now appals the friendly stars -- O wail for blind brave youth whose wars Turn happiness to stone. How rang the cavern-shades of old To my melodious pipes, and then My bright-haired bergamask patrolled Each lawn and plot for laughter's din: Never a sower flung broad cast, No hedger brished nor scythesman swung, Nor maiden trod the purpling press But I was by to guard and bless And for their solace sung. But now the sower's hand is writhed In livid death, the bright rhythm stolen, The gold grain flatted and unscythed, The boars in the vineyard gnarled and sullen Havocking the grapes; and the pouncing wind Spins the spattered leaves of the glen In a mockery dance, death's hue-and-cry; With all my murmurous pipes flung by And summer not to come again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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