Smorgasbord Blog Magazine Poetry – In Remembrance – The War Poets – Edmund Blunden

This time of year, I like to post the series The War Poets. Just some of the men and women who served on the front line on all sides of the conflict who fought, died or returned scarred by their experiences.

They are going out at 4.a.m each morning my time, which is the coldest before the dawn, and as they would have woken in the trenches to prepare for another day of horror, bravery and sacrifice.

I would never glorify war – I see it as greed and a failure of diplomacy. Someone wants power, land, money, oil, mineral wealth etc and is unwilling to compromise or listen to reason and chooses to just take it. When diplomacy fails as it often does, those that are forced to defend their rights or territory turn to their young men and in modern times, women to fight the good fight. It never seems to end, which is why reminding ourselves from time to time about their sacrifice is both respectful and hopefully a thought provoking exercise.

As the war poet today describes – war does not end for those who have fought when a treaty has been signed; it will continue in their lives forever.

51Ed+GXy-AL._UY250_Edmund Blunden was a poet, literary editor, journalist, biographer and lecturer, travelling and teaching in England, Japan and Hong Kong. He was elected Professor of Poetry at Oxford University in 1966. He died in 1974 aged 78 having left behind an incredible legacy of work that in my mind is one of the most vivid recollections of the First World War.

He was studying Classics at Queen’s College Oxford but like so many of his age, he abandoned academic life in 1915 and joined the 11th Royal Sussex Regiment. He saw active service almost immediately at Givenchy and later at the Somme. He won the Military Cross for ‘conspicuous gallantry in action’ after a near suicidal mission under enemy shelling. From late 1916 he was with the regiment in Ypres until January 1918 when they returned to the Somme.

The two poems I have chosen are very different. The first At Sawnlees Once is poignant as it describes a brief moment of respite from the chaos. A barn on a farm where women are working and all appears normal. An oasis of crops and chickens and a simple barn where safety and a chance to forget the war for a few brief hours was so precious.

At Sawnlees Once

How comely it was and how reviving,
When with clay and with death no longer striving
Down firm roads we came to houses
With women chattering and green grass thriving.

Now though rains in a cataract descended,
We could glow, with our tribulation ended–
Count not days, the present only
Was thought of, how could it ever be expended?

Clad so cleanly, this remnant of poor wretches
Picked up life like the hens in orchard ditches,
Gazed on the mill-sails, heard the church-bell,
Found an honest glass all manner of riches.

How they crowded the barn with lusty laughter,
Hailed the Pierrots and shook each shadowy rafter,
Even could ridicule their own sufferings,
Sang as though nothing but joy came after!

The second poem Can you Remember is after the war – not written until 1928 when it was only becoming clear the long term effect those devastating years had on the young men of all nations who fought and survived. It is clear that for the vast majority, the war did not end, but remained in their minds and hearts their whole lives.

Can You Remember?

Yes, I still remember
The whole thing in a way;
Edge and exactitude
Depend upon the day.

Of all that prodigious scene
There seems scanty loss,
Though mists mainly float and screen
Canal, spire and fosse;

Though commonly I fail to name
That once obvious Hill,
And where we went, and whence we came
To be killed, or kill.

Those mists are spiritual
And luminous-obscure,
Evolved of countless circumstance
Of which I am sure;

Of which, at the instance
Of sound, smell, change and stir,
New-old shapes for ever
Intensely recur.

And some are sparkling, laughing, singing,
Young, heroic, mild;
And some incurable, twisted,
Shrieking, dumb, defiled.

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Thank you for dropping in and your feedback is always welcome. Sally

39 thoughts on “Smorgasbord Blog Magazine Poetry – In Remembrance – The War Poets – Edmund Blunden

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  2. Keith Douglas, he wrote second world war poetry. One that struck me, as I read it in class, was I think simply called, Canoe, where he takes a woman for a trip in a canoe, on the journey he tells her she has to know that the chances are that she will have to take the journey alone next time. I remember the words burning my throat, and although it is not a long read … I was so tired, emotionally drained. We are a generation of people who learned from poets, writers and other’s memories, the pain of war. For that, I for one am forever grateful.

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  3. We cannot possibly understand the effects the carnage of WWI had on the survivors, but that last poem goes some way to help. War is man’s stupidity but peace cannot be described as man’s artistry.

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    • Whenever I need a reality check on my own life I spend a little while with a couple of these authors and their reminders of how very lucky I am and our generation. My grandfather was killed on November 2nd 2018 only a week before peace.. My mother was 13 months old and my grandmother told her about the difference in him over the 4 years.. especially being injured three times. It left its scars on both my grandmother who never got over his death and my mother who never knew him. xx

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  4. I’ve found the poetry of Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon powerful and moving, but somehow the work of Edmund Blunden has evaded me until now. Thanks for drawing my attention to his work – to have that sensitivity and to experience life on the front must have heightened the emotional torture for those who went through it. I’m going to look for a copy of Blunden’s poetry as soon as I finish writing this. xx

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  5. A beautiful and moving post, Sally. Your introduction set the tone perfectly. Though the poems are quite different, there’s an underlying heartbreak in both. The ending of the second is so powerful for surely war “defiles” life on every level. I’m looking forward to this series. It’s good to remind ourselves of the cost.

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