Quotes from Edmund Blunden

Mastery in poetry consists largely in the instinct for not ruining or smothering or tinkering with moments of vision.

Devise some creed, and live it, beyond theirs, Or I shall think you but their spendthrift heirs.

I am for the woods against the world,But are the woods for me?

Then is not Death at watchWithin those secret waters?What wants he but to catchEarth's heedless sons and daughters?

On the green they watched their sons Playing till too dark to see, As their fathers watched them once, As my father once watched me

Cricket to us was more than play, It was a worship in the summer sun.

They died in splendour, these who claimed no spark Of glory save the light in a friend's eye.