Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RELIQUES, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Map me the world, and watch you mark Last Line: Will square the circle one bright day. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund | ||||||||
MAP me the World, and watch you mark The tall peak poising Noah's ark; Let the North Light's red pillar flare Past Greenland stretched like a great bear: Cosmographate with master quill, Let chub-cheeked Boreas bluster still, And on the curled main here descry Some Golden Vanity, nor deny A glaring and most monstrous whale To flourish there his famous tail. Nor grudge the Cham his turrets, nor The Pythoness's den ignore; Engrave as plain as Bury Fair Magellan's Clouds, the faithful pair That ever float with one white soul Not twenty leagues from the South Pole. I will not rail, I will not rant, If you admire that hungry plant The Borametz, in Scythia found, That stooping crops the grass all round, Sharpset as some young lamb: I see With you that in furred Muscovy Some mirrors lighten with the moon, Horned, halved, gibbous, at full noon. Nor do you scorn our own chalk cliffs: Nebulgea makes dumb all "ifs": With that heaven fats each meadow stone, Their strange increase: such is well known. So Kentish men once had fish tails And hell-becks count their dead in Wales, Shrews bite a bull, he shrivels away, And the birds choose mates on Valentine's day. Hermetical my aidant be, And answer in your chymistry; Produce us Salamander's Blood, And Salt of Saturn, whether good Or not so good for wens or kibes, Bring Golden Sulphur's active tribes; In balneo Mariae get the bubbles To rectify my cystick troubles. Forget not Bezoardicum Lunale, or I'm poisoned numb. Or would you, as some wiser hold, From herbs allure the charming gold, And gauging by wild-wine degrees Moisten my hot-tongued helodes, Enliquoring milch May-lilies well With tincture of blue pimpernel? Then let me steal through timeless groves And be no more what passion moves: There Agnus Castus, angel tree, The verdant of virginity, Must silver all her starry leaves And let fall down the climbless cleaves One leaf for me; or were it best To lie and fill my venomed breast With Manchinello's deadly sleep And run like murder down the steep? And there's a wreathed tree which woos A weeping cloud; the kind tears ooze And opiate thence; no richer mist Perfumes the primal arborist; Yet still I fly with barbed desire To find that thorn which flowers quick fire. But from this travel newly come I hear the trainbands beat the drum; And war is loosed! Then let me view The lines which martial artists drew; Where round the staired and steepled town The ramparts and the embrasures frown, The hornwork thrusts its double spikes, The lunette tops the drowning dykes, The covert-way surrounding lurks, The ravelins lock the neighbouring works. This perfect flower and pearl of arms Fears not the forlorn-hope's alarms And cannot ever be blown away, Though culverins and bombards play; Its banners dancing in the sun Announce the eternal heptagon. Fantastic and most sweet revival, Land and sea that has no rival, Where the dogs that baying meet On moonlit hills and sheep that bleat Are in a tale, and shepherd knows The air is full of elf-arrows! The yellow shafts of thunderous light Fall lonely there on moorland height Whence half a summer's ride is viewed, A majesty of solitude. There the roan horse is understood, Though distance hides in blackening wood, The stars above the region know Who's born and with him natural go, And mathematics, fresh as May, Will square the circle one bright day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREFATHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN REPORT ON EXPERIENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MIDNIGHT SKATERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN 11TH R.S.R. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN 1916 SEEN FROM 1921 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A 'FIRST IMPRESSION': TOKYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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