Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (August 17, 1840 – September 10, 1922) was a British poet and writer.

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• Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens.
  Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars?
  Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
  A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.
• Therefore the earth is dark to me, the sunlight blackness,
  Therefore I go in tears and alone, by night and day;
  Therefore I find no love in heaven, no light, no beauty,
  A heaven taken by storm, where none are left but the slain!
  • The Desolate City, from Collected Poems (1914)

• I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even
  Better than all by this, that through my chase
  In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven
  I seem'd to see and follow still your face.
  Your face my quarry was. For it I rode,
  My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.
  • St. Valentine's Day, from Collected Poems (1914)

External links

• Wilfred Scawen Blunt includes some poems.
• Sonnets by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
• Works by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt at Project Gutenberg
• Arab Pen, English Purse: John Sabunji and Wilfrid Scawen Blunt, on Blunt's political activities in the Middle East, by Martin Kramer
• Be Blunt: A Biographical Essay On Wilfrid Scawen Blunt by Abdullah Luongo