Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
English poet and writer
- 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)
- 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