Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OLD REMEDIES, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN



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First Line: The yardman, he with the coins on his watch-chain, stood
Last Line: Unable now to touch the case?
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund


THE yardman, he with the coins on his watch-chain, stood
Joking the housewife where she tied to the rafter
A monstrous puffball found in the dust of the wood.
"You'll come when you cut yourself next." He replied in laughter,
"Them old remedies won't do a morsel of good."

This I heard;
This like many a chance-arriving word
About my brain with the iron refrain of a mill-wheel's round recurred.
Yet, being in the day's machine fresh-hacked,
This night I pray the dewy stars to act,
The stars, and moon, once of sweet influence known,
Has even the moon a dusty puffball grown?
Are those old remedies of sovran grace
Unable now to touch the case?





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