The hop-poles stand in cones, |
The icy pond
lurks under, |
The pole-tops steeple to the thrones |
Of stars,
sound gulfs of wonder ; |
But not the tallest there, ’tis said, |
Could fathom to this pond’s black bed.
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Then is not death at watch |
Within those
secret waters ? |
What wants he but to catch |
Earth’s
heedless sons and daughters ? |
With but a crystal parapet |
Between, he has his engines set.
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Then on, blood shouts, on, on, |
Twirl, wheel
and whip above him, |
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.
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Edmund
Blunden |
Classic Poems |
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[ Forefathers ] [ Report on Experience ] [ The Midnight Skaters ] |
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"The Midnight Skaters", "Forefathers", and "Report
on Experience" by Edmund Blunden can be found in his collection
Poems of Many Years (copyright ©Estate of Claire Blunden 1957)
and are reproduced by permission of PFD (www.pfd.co.uk)
on behalf of the Estate of Claire Blunden. |
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