Thoughts of New England (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
Ivor Gurney Poems on Mind (19 Poems)
The Road (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Out beyond Aldgate is a road,And a broad,Clean, noble thing it runs,For the sun'sAnd wind's and man's delight,And the high ...
A Wish (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I would hope for the children of West HamWooden-frame houses, square with some-sort stuffCrammed in to keep the wind away ...
Of Grandcourt (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys-The Valley of Death at last - most evil alleys,To Grandcourt ...
Canadians (Ivor Gurney Poems)
We marched, and saw a company of CanadiansTheir coats weighed eighty pounds at least, we saw themFaces infinitely grimed in, ...
Hedger (Ivor Gurney Poems)
To me the A Major Concerto has been dearerThan ever before, because I saw one weaveWonderful patterns of bright green, ...
To God (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Why have you made life so intolerableAnd set me between four walls, where I am ableNot to escape meals without ...
Beauty (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I cannot live with Beauty out of mind.I search for her and desire her all the day;Beauty, the choicest treasure ...
Larches (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Larches are most fitting small red hillsThat rise like swollen antheaps likeablyAnd modest before big things like near MalvernOr Cotswold's ...
New Year’s Eve (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Aveluy and New Year's eve, and the time as tenderAs if green buds grew. In the low West a slenderStreak ...
Strange Hells (Ivor Gurney Poems)
There are strange Hells within the minds War madeNot so often, not so humiliating afraidAs one would have expected - ...
The Target (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I shot him, and it had to beOne of us "Twas him or me.'Couln't be helped' and none can blameMe, ...
She was a village (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Of lovely knowledgeThe high roads left her aside, she was forlorn, a maid -Water ran there, dusk hid her, she ...
There is a man (Ivor Gurney Poems)
There is a man who has swept or rubbed a floorThis morning crying in the Most Holy NameOf God for ...
Near Vermand (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Lying flat on my belly shivering in clutch frost,There was time to watch the stars, we had dug in;Looking eastward ...
Old Times (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Out in the morningFor a speed of thought I wentAnd a clear thought of scorningFor home keeping; while downward bentGrass ...
Old thought (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Autumn that name of creeper falling and tea-time loving,Was once for me the thought of High Cotswold noon-air,And the earth ...
Defiance (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I will not droop my soiled flag,Nor turn a thought on my own shame,Though it be sin without a name,And ...
Lovely Playthings (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Dawn brings lovely playthings to the mind,But sunset fights and goes down in battle blind.The banners of dawn spread over ...