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 (112 Poems)
Tobacco (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When tobacco came, When Raleigh did first bring inThe unfabled herb, the plant of peace, the kingOf comfort bringers, then ...
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 ...
Laventie (Ivor Gurney Poems)
One would remember stillMeadows and low hillLaventie was, as to the line and elm rowGrowing through green strength wounded, as ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ben Johnson (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Few have praised the master of masters, who but IHave right, that followed example, and did not lieIdly between clean ...
Canadians (Ivor Gurney Poems)
We marched, and saw a company of CanadiansTheir coats weighed eighty pounds at least, we saw themFaces infinitely grimed in, ...
Photographs (To Two Scots Lads) (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Lying in dug-outs, joking idly, wearily;Watching the candle guttering in the draught;Hearing the great shells go high over us, eerilySinging; ...
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 ...
Hedger (Ivor Gurney Poems)
To me the A Major Concerto has been dearerThan ever before, because I saw one weaveWonderful patterns of bright green, ...
Blighty (Ivor Gurney Poems)
It seemed that it were well to kiss first earthOn landing, having traversed the narrow seas,And grasp so little, tenderly, ...
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 ...
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 ...
Strange Service (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Little did I dream, England, that you bore meUnder the Cotswold Rills beside the water meadowsTo do you dreadful service, ...
Western Sky-Look (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When clouds shake out their sailsBefore delighted gales,I think the sailor-men at sea,Hearing the engine throbbing freeCurse their today's fate ...
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 ...
London Dawn (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Dawn comes up on London,And night's undone.Stars are routedAnd street lamps outed.Sodden great clouds begin sail againLike all-night anchored galleons ...
Encounters (Ivor Gurney Poems)
One comes across the strangest things in walks,Fragment of Abbey tithe barns fixed in modern,With Dutch-sort houses, where the water ...
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 ...
Snow (Ivor Gurney Poems)
There's not a sound tonightI look out and am beatenIn my face by curious, white,Unexpected flakesOf snow in a daze ...
The Incense Bearers (Ivor Gurney Poems)
To the London Metropolitan PoliceToward the sun the drenched May-hedges liftWhite rounded masses like still ocean drift,And days fills with ...
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 ...