Tobacco (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When tobacco came, When Raleigh did first bring inThe unfabled herb, the plant of peace, the kingOf comfort bringers, then ...
Ivor Gurney Poems on War & Peace (16 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Time To Come (Ivor Gurney Poems)
They will walk there, the sons of our great grandsons andWill know no reason for the old love of the ...
Poem For The End (Ivor Gurney Poems)
So the last poem is laid flat in its place,And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my faceElizabethans and night-working ...
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 ...
Toussaints (ToJ.W.H.) (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Life softly clanging cymbals werePlane-trees, poplars Autumn hadArrayed in gloriously sadGarments of beauty wind-astir;It was the day of all the ...
Brown earth Look (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The youth burning couch grass is as tiredAs muscle has right to bear and keeps work onThe brown earth slopes ...
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 ...
To The Prussians Of England (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When I remember plain heroic strengthAnd shining virtue shown by Ypres pools,Then read the blither written by knaves for foolsIn ...
Afterwards (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Those dreadful evidences of Man's ill-doingThe kindly Mother of all shall soon hide deep,Covering with tender fingers her children asleep,Till ...
To England–A Note (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I watched the boys of England where they wentThrough mud and water to do appointed things.See one a stake, and ...
To The Poet Before Battle (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Now, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes;Thy lovely things must all be laid away;And thou, as others, must ...
When I Am Covered (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When I am covered with the dust of peaceAnd but the rain to moist my senseless clay,Will there be one ...
Smudgy Dawn (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Smudgy dawn scarfed in military coloursNorthward, and flowing wider like slow sea water,Woke in lilac and elm and almost among ...
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 ...