First Time In (Ivor Gurney Poems)
After the dread tales and red yams of the LineAnything might have come to us; but the divineAfterglow brought us ...
Ivor Gurney Poems (112 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
The Bohemians (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Certain people would not clean their buttons,Nor polish buckles after latest fashions,Preferred their hair long, putties comfortable,Barely escaping hanging, indeed ...
The Companions (Ivor Gurney Poems)
On uplands bleak and bare to windBeneath a maze of stars I strode;Phantoms of Fear haunted the road,Dogging my footsteps ...
Apprentices (Ivor Gurney Poems)
We who praise poets with our labouring penAnd justify ourselves with laud of menHave not the right to call our ...
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 ...
By Severn (Ivor Gurney Poems)
If England, her spirit lives anywhereIt is by Severn, by hawthorns and grand willows.Earth heaves up twice a hundred feet ...
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 ...
Robecq again (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Robecq had straw and a comfortable tavernThere men might their sinews feel slowly recoveringFrom the march-strain and there was Autumn'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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
On Somme (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Suddenly into the still air burst thuddingAnd thudding and cold fear possessed me all,On the gray slopes there, where Winter ...
Sonnet. September 1922 (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Fierce indignation is best understood by thoseWho have time or no fear, or a hope in its real goodOne loses ...
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 ...
Water Colours (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The trembling water glimpsed through dark tangleOf late-month April's delicatest thorn,One moment put the cuckoo- flower to scornWhere its head hangs by sedges, ...
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 ...
The Touchstone – Watching Malvern (Ivor Gurney Poems)
What Malvern is the day is, and its touchstone -Grey velvet, or moon-marked; rich, or bare as bone;One looks towards Malvern and is ...
The Comparison (Ivor Gurney Poems)
What Malvern is the day is, and it's touchstoneGray velvet, or moonmarked; rich, or bare as bone;One looks towards Malvern ...
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 ...
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 And Pain (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Out of my sorrow have I made these songs, Out of my sorrow; Though somewhat of the making's eager pain From Joy did borrow. Someday, I ...
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 ...
The Escape (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I believe in the increasing of life: whatever Leads to the seeing of small trifles, Real, beautiful, is good and an act ...
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 ...
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 ...
Pain (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Pain, pain continual; pain unending;Hard even to the roughest, but to thoseHungry for beauty . . . Not the wisest ...