Cut Flowers (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Not in blue vases theseNor white, cut flowers are seenBut in the August meadowsWhen the reaper falls clean -And the ...
Ivor Gurney Poems on Spring (7 Poems)
The Cloud (Ivor Gurney Poems)
One could not see or think, the heat overcame one,With a dazzle of square road to challenge and blind one,No ...
The Valley (Ivor Gurney Poems)
There was such beauty in the dappled valleyAs hurt the sight, the heart stabbed to tears.The gathered beautifulness of all ...
Song of Pain and Beauty: To M.M.S (Ivor Gurney Poems)
O may these days of pain,These wasted-seeming days,Somewhere reflower againWith scent and savour of praise.Draw out of memory all bitternessOf ...
Equal Mistress (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The tiny daisies areNot anythingLess dear than the great starRiding in the west afarTo their Mistress Spring.Jupiter, the PleiadesTo her ...
Generations (The ploughed field and the fallow field) (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The ploughed field and the fallow fieldThey sang a prudent song to me;We bide all year and take our yieldOr ...
April Gale (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The wind frightens my dog, but I bathe in it,Sound, rush, scent of the Spring fields.My dog's hairs are blown ...