Leckhampton Chimney has fallen down (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Leckhampton chimney has fallen downThe birds of Crickley have cried it, it is known in the town,The cliffs have changed, ...
Ivor Gurney Poems (112 Poems)
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 ...
When From The Curve Of The Wood’s Edge (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When from the curve of the wood's edge does growPower, and that spreads to envelope me —Wrapped up in sense ...
Personages (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Beauty and bright fame go not together, IBought oranges to-day from Queen Deirdre.Apollo hewed the beech, I stood and watchedA ...
Common Things (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The dearness of common things —Beech wood, tea, plate-shelves,And the whole family of crockery —Wood-axes, blades, helves.Ivory milk, earth's coffee,The ...
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 ...
The Change (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Gone bare the fields now, and the starlings gather,Whirr above stubble and soft changing hedges.Changed the season chord too, F ...
Brimscombe (Ivor Gurney Poems)
One lucky hour in middle of my tirednessI came under the pines of the sheer steepAnd saw the stars like ...
To His Love (Ivor Gurney Poems)
He's gone, and all our plansAre useless indeed.We'll walk no more on CotswoldsWhere the sheep feedQuietly and take no heed.His ...
The Square Thing (Ivor Gurney Poems)
At Norton Green the tower stands well off roadAnd is a squareness meaning many things;Nearest to us, the makers had ...
Near Vermand (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Lying flat on my belly shivering in clutch frost,There was time to watch the stars, we had dug in;Looking eastward ...
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 ...
Mist on Meadows (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Mist lies heavy on English meadowsAs ever in Ypres, but the friendlinessHere is greater in full field and hedge shadow.And ...
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 ...
Half dead (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Half dead with sheer tiredness, wakened quick at night .With dysentry pangs, going blind among sleepersAnd dazed into half-dark, illness ...
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 ...
Turmut-Hoeing (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I straightened my back from turmut-hoeingAnd saw, with suddenly opened eyes,Tall trees, a meadow ripe for mowing,And azure June's cloud-circled ...
Old Times (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Out in the morningFor a speed of thought I wentAnd a clear thought of scorningFor home keeping; while downward bentGrass ...
Walking Song (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The miles go sliding byUnder my steady feet,That mark a leisurelyAnd still unbroken beat,Through coppices that hearAwhile, then lie as ...
Old thought (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Autumn that name of creeper falling and tea-time loving,Was once for me the thought of High Cotswold noon-air,And the earth ...
When the body might free (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When the body might tree, and there was use in walking,In October time - crystal air-time and free words were ...
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 ...
My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely Roads (Ivor Gurney Poems)
My heart makes songs on lonely roadsTo comfort me while you're away,And strives with lovely sounding wordsIts crowded tenderness to ...
When March blows (Ivor Gurney Poems)
When March blows, and Monday's linen is shownOn the goose berry bushes, and the worried washer aloneFights at the soaked ...
Defiance (Ivor Gurney Poems)
I will not droop my soiled flag,Nor turn a thought on my own shame,Though it be sin without a name,And ...
Requiem (Ivor Gurney Poems)
RequiemPour out your light, O stars, and do not holdYour loveliest shining from earth's outworn shellPure and cold your radiance ...
Daily (Ivor Gurney Poems)
If one's heart is broken twenty times a day,What easier thing than to fling the bits away,But still one gathers ...
The Soaking (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The rain has come, and the earth must be very gladOf its moisture, and the made roads, all dust clad;It ...
Saturday’s Comings (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The horses of day plunge and are restrainedDawn broadens to quarter height, and the meadow mistsDrift like gauze veilings, the ...
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 ...