Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PAGODA, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From the knoll of beeches peeping Last Line: Seems once more to be my own. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund | ||||||||
FROM the knoll of beeches peeping On the patterned water sleeping Stands the Chinese temple yet, Heaped with dead leaves, all alone. Faded are its amber panels, Where the channering insect channels, And the blood-red dragons fret That glared so grimly thereupon. Mother-pearl and pink shells once In formal geometricons Gemmed the arrassed inner wall, But tapestries and frieze are gone. The small robin reconnoitres, Unabashed the woodmouse loiters: Brown owls hoot at shadow-fall And deathwatch ticks and beetles drone. But I see the shamed pavilion Bright with yellow and vermilion, And, in the sun's hallucination, Squired by mandarin Corydon, Satin-sandalled Chloes glimmering, Gryphon-urns of Bohea shimmering, And the long lost generation Seems once more to be my own. | 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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