Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

English poet and writer

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (17 August 184010 September 1922) was a British poet and writer.

Death will be found anon. And who shall tell
Which part was saddest, or in youth or age,
When the tired actor stops and leaves the stage?

QuotesEdit

 
Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.
 
Your face my quarry was. For it I rode,
My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.
  • Life is a play acted by dying men,
    Where, if its heroes seem to foot it well
    And go light-tongued without grimace of pain,
    Death will be found anon. And who shall tell
    Which part was saddest, or in youth or age,
    When the tired actor stops and leaves the stage?
  • 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.
    • The Desolate City, from Collected Poems (1914)
  • 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)

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