Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Ivor Gurney Poems

1. Brown Earth Look 8/31/2010
2. Defiance 8/31/2010
3. Drachms + Scruples 8/31/2010
4. Encounters 8/31/2010
5. Generations (The Ploughed Field And The Fallow Field) 8/31/2010
6. Generations (The Ploughed Field And The Fallow Field) 8/31/2010
7. Generations (There Are Mummers Yet On Cotswold) 8/31/2010
8. Hedger 8/31/2010
9. Hedges 8/31/2010
10. Kettle-Song 8/31/2010
11. La Gorgues 8/31/2010
12. Cut Flowers 8/31/2010
13. Daily 8/31/2010
14. Lovely Playthings 8/31/2010
15. Midnight 8/31/2010
16. Near Vermand 8/31/2010
17. New Year's Eve 8/31/2010
18. Old Thought 8/31/2010
19. Old Times 8/31/2010
20. Personages 8/31/2010
21. Snow 8/31/2010
22. Robecq Again 8/31/2010
23. Saturday's Comings 8/31/2010
24. Sonnet. September 1922 8/31/2010
25. Stars Sliding 8/31/2010
26. The Change 8/31/2010
27. The Cloud 8/31/2010
28. The Comparison 8/31/2010
29. The Escape 8/31/2010
30. The Garden 8/31/2010
31. The Incense Bearers 8/31/2010
32. The Miracles 8/31/2010
33. The Road 8/31/2010
34. The Soaking 8/31/2010
35. The Square Thing 8/31/2010
36. The Valley 8/31/2010
37. There Is A Man 8/31/2010
38. Toussaints (Toj.W.H.) 8/31/2010
39. Turmut-Hoeing 8/31/2010
40. Walking Song 8/31/2010
Best Poem of Ivor Gurney

My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely Roads

My heart makes songs on lonely roads
To comfort me while you're away,
And strives with lovely sounding words
Its crowded tenderness to say.

Glimmering against the forward dark,
Your face I see with pride, with pain
So that one time I did desire
Never to see that face again.

But I am glad that Love has come
To bind me fast and try my worth;
For Love's a powerful Lord and gives
His friends dominion over the earth.

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A Wish

I would hope for the children of West Ham
Wooden-frame houses, square with some-sort stuff
Crammed in to keep the wind away that's rough,
And rain, in summer cool, in cold comfortable enough.
Easily destroyed — and pretty enough, and yet tough
Instead of brick and mortar tiled houses of no
Special appearance or attractive show.
Not crowded together, but with a plot of land
Where one might play and dig, and use spade or the hand

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