Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SUNKEN LANE, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Behind the meadow where the windmill stood Last Line: The jutting stones stood whitened with the sun. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund | ||||||||
BEHIND the meadow where the windmill stood There lies a swampy, unfrequented lane. There lodges all the high ground's winter rain, And stores sharp scent of sodden underwood. Tussocks and plantains coarse and celandines Trammel the creeping water, till at foot It rills out where the spiky horsetails shoot In tiny vision of primeval scenes. So in this lane to-day my half-shut eyes Saw monstrous waterwoods and weeds coiled high, Whose heavy heat and shadow seemed to stun, And saurians horrible of form and size. Softly the twinkling water travelled by, The jutting stones stood whitened with the sun. | 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 |
|