Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OMEN, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now the day is dead, I cried Last Line: I shut my doors up for the night. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund | ||||||||
Now the day is dead, I cried, The sky stretched mute and mortified, The sun gone, the clouds biding, The first stars in dungeons hiding. Lantern venturing its short glow, I went to put the lodge doors to, And tiffling there heard hardly aware A harsh high harmony along the air -- Some steel-bit fox in the western wood, The mind's rote idly understood -- And yet that wild voice rose and grew Until I stood and strained for a view. Dogs in kennels began to bark, "There's queer things love this kind of dark"; And here it comes creeping yelp on yelp, Along the hedge to us for help; The wood-child with man's torture racked Dares seek him out, if he'll retract. No fox was this. Ho, look to the air! The greyness showed a wonder there; Piteous sobbing in an instant grown The round of one man-careless tone. A wave of wild geese there was flying, Antheming what just seemed pain's crying, All the swishing wings straight steering, East in a solemn progress bearing; Majesty with these was going, Music in that shrill clangour flowing. East went the god-disclosing flight. I shut my doors up for the night. | 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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