Kilns (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Severn has kilns set all along her banksWhere the thin reeds grow and rushes in ranks;And the carts tip rubbish ...
Severn has kilns set all along her banksWhere the thin reeds grow and rushes in ranks;And the carts tip rubbish ...
Not in blue vases theseNor white, cut flowers are seenBut in the August meadowsWhen the reaper falls clean -And the ...
To the London Metropolitan PoliceToward the sun the drenched May-hedges liftWhite rounded masses like still ocean drift,And days fills with ...
From the racked substance of the earth comes the plant andThat with heat and the night frost is tortured:To some ...
The trembling water glimpsed through dark tangleOf late-month April's delicatest thorn,One moment put the cuckoo- flower to scornWhere its head hangs by sedges, ...
Smudgy dawn scarfed in military coloursNorthward, and flowing wider like slow sea water,Woke in lilac and elm and almost among ...
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