La Gorgues (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The long night, the short sleep, and La Gorgues to wander,So be the Fates were kind and our Commander;With a ...
Ivor Gurney Poems on Time (15 Poems)
Crucifix Corner (Ivor Gurney Poems)
There was a water dump there, and regimentalCarts came every day to line up and fill fullThose rolling tanks with ...
To Certain Comrades (E.S. and J.H.) (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Living we loved you, yet withheld our praisesBefore your faces.And though our spirits had you high in honour!After the English ...
Billet (Ivor Gurney Poems)
O, but the racked clear tired strained frames we had!Tumbling in the new billet on to straw bed,Dead asleep in eye ...
The Silent One (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of two -Who for his hours of life had chattered throughInfinite lovely ...
Of Cruelty (Ivor Gurney Poems)
From the racked substance of the earth comes the plant andThat with heat and the night frost is tortured:To some ...
Ballad Of The Three Spectres (Ivor Gurney Poems)
As I went up by OvillersIn mud and water cold to the knee,There went three jeering, fleeing spectres,That walked abreast ...
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 ...
Above Ashleworth (Ivor Gurney Poems)
O does some blind fool now stand on my hillTo see how Ashleworth nestles by the river?Where eyes and heart ...
Up There (Ivor Gurney Poems)
On Cotswold edge there is a field and thatGrows thick with corn and speedwell and the matOf thistles, of the ...
Yesterday Lost (Ivor Gurney Poems)
What things I have missed today, I know very well,But the seeing of them each new time is miracle.Nothing between Bredon ...
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 ...
Hedges (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Bread and cheese grow wild in the green time,Children laugh and pick it, and I make my rhymeFor mere pleasure ...
The Miracles (Ivor Gurney Poems)
What things I have missed today, I know very wellBut the seeing of them each new time is miracle,Nothing between ...
Longford Dawns (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Of course not all the watchers of the dawnSee Severn mists like forced-march mists withdrawLondon has darkness changing into lightWith ...