Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD REMEDIES, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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? | 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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