Cricket to us was more than play, It was a worship in the summer sun.
'Pride of the Village'. Quoted in Alan Ross (ed) The Penguin Cricketer's Companion (1978).
Cricket to us, like you, was more than play,It was a worship in the summer sun.Edmund Charles Blunden
Cuinchy?was a slaughter yard? Who that had been there for but a few hours could ever forget the sullen sorcery and mad lineaments of Cuinchy?Edmund Charles Blunden
Mastery in poetry consists largely in the instinct for not ruining or smothering or tinkering with moments of vision.Edmund Charles Blunden
Unrecorded, unrenowned, Men from whom my ways begin, Here I know you by your ground But I know you not within There is silence, there survives Not a moment of your lives.Edmund Charles Blunden
Then is not death at watch Within those secret waters? What wants he but to catch Earth's heedless sons and daughters?Edmund Charles Blunden
Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan, Use him as though you love him; Court him, elude him, reel and pass, And let him hate you through the glass.Edmund Charles Blunden
I have been young, and now am not too old; And I have seen the righteous forsaken, His health, his honour and his quality taken. This is not what we were formerly told.Edmund Charles Blunden
I am for the woods against the world, But are the woods for me?Edmund Charles Blunden
This was my countryand it may be yet, But something flew between me and the sun.Edmund Charles Blunden