“Your father bears an iron reedFilled with a flame that makes us bleed;Your kindly mother loves to tearFeathers and skin to deck her hair.”Help us translate this quoteEdward Andrade Poem A song for Edmund Blunden
“Come, take hands, you are not suchAs this will weary overmuch.Sit we down, and hear rehearseThe marvels of the sweet-souled verse”Help us translate this quoteEdward Andrade Poem With a copy of "The Faithful Shepherdess"
“You know the wild flowers suit your hair:Place hands full of the purple bloomOf loosestrife, glad of such soft doom,And tender-toned narcissus there”Help us translate this quoteEdward Andrade Poem Fate and the Little Flowers